Center Pompidou, 2018
We'll never know what flowers want, but flowers at the end of words, and hands, words in the guise of flowers (unpublished texts by Arno Bertina, Amélie Petit, Sylvain Bourmeau...), music, perfumes (created by Francis Kurdjian), natural elixirs (notably based on Clitoria flower), soil from Parisian shared gardens, and sowings of edible flower seeds drew up a pretty flowery tale that's still growing. After the dance parade, participants went home with pots of earth sown with seeds embodied by the warmth of our bodies and heartbeats.
We'll never know what flowers want, but flowers at the end of words, and hands, words in the guise of flowers (unpublished texts by Arno Bertina, Amélie Petit, Sylvain Bourmeau...), music, perfumes (created by Francis Kurdjian), natural elixirs (notably based on Clitoria flower), soil from Parisian shared gardens, and sowings of edible flower seeds drew up a pretty flowery tale that's still growing. After the dance parade, participants went home with pots of earth sown with seeds embodied by the warmth of our bodies and heartbeats.