In 2019, during a yellow waistcoat demonstration, I came across an advertisement for a private investment bank. I took a photo of it, its glass was exploded, freshly broken.
This photo is now on the poster and I borrow the slogan of this bank to make the title of my exhibition.
A zombie exhibition for fragile paintings on which one does not really rest.You slide over them like you would slide over an oil stain in the middle of a car park.
FREE,WILD, FREE,WILD, FREE,WILD, words bludgeon us, they are at our heels like decerebrate monsters moving inexorably through the glossy prints of magazines, behind the windows of bus stops, on TV, on the radio, in spam, on a giant tarpaulin on the front of a building, in the middle of an insta-publication, in the mouth of a celebrity, a neighbour, a friend...