Performance Art “C’est moi, l’aiguille”
“C’est moi, l’aiguille” translates to “It’s me, the clock hand”.
Walking around in Paris wearing the concept of nonexistent time, I answered to the thousands of passers who shouted “Quelle heure est-il?” (What time is it?) Can you not see that my clocks have no hands? “Monsieur le temps n’existe pas!” Time does not exist!
I am the clock hand, I am the time! The time is only one way in which I exist and experience my existence!
The Timeless Clocks had taken over my life for some time already now; it was actually born out of the expression of a severe fear of knowing the time. I have been living with this condition for some time now.
Daily tasks such as checking my phone, reading email messages, even waiting for the bus, had become rather inconvenient for me, and as someone who does not have this fear, you would not be able to imagine how ubiquitous the clock is. Sometimes I go the whole day well and safe, and I turn my head and the watch of a stranger hits my glance. The world and existence in the world is a very different experience when one is obligated to mentally quantify the sensation of time passage. As for me, I can no longer bare this condition. I sought escape from that sensation of quantification. I continue.
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