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Daphné Keramidas
The objects do have their own life.
A life, which isn‘t palpable.
At least, not in the way we‘re approaching something that we know being alive.
This life can be comprehend through the time going by, and the traces it leaves on them. They age. They get Parkinson or Alzheimer. Or they stay faithful till the end and expire quietly. So quietly, that we won‘t notice it until we stretch our hand out to take it, the dead object, and notice then with pique that it‘s no longer here and therefore unable to fulfill its function.
It‘s all the same for clothes, however with a very significant difference: a cloth is so near to the skin that it gets its relative or even its lover. Imaginary and invisible threads spread between them. Threads witch are vibrating with emotions and intimacy. Intimacy is a key word. What is more intimate as to find, each spring, my small black cotton dress, so comfortable that i forget it on my skin, so discreet that i combine it with all kind of clothes? Or to find again my old coat, so tired, witch has seen so many coutries and kilometers of snow!
The cloth. I resign myself sometimes to replace an old t-shirt with a new one. But i keep the old one, its fabric is weaved with memories, carrying stories and emotions. This fabric, i could always reuse it, to make out of it…a doll maybe?
This is the story of a t-shirt, not any t-shirt: the white one. Worn, twisted, pierced, sewed, stretched and extended, i really gave it a hard time. Therefore the title: le t-shirt dans tous ses états.
