Chance in art is like in life itself: the product of a happy accident, a favorable mutation to leave a species to create a new one. This phenomenon of speciation has an equivalent in art, this is what is called style when suddenly an artist comes out of the classic movement of his time to present through his work, what is singular/different/idiosyncratic in him. For me, I discovered that work on face disfigurement was a way of taking a distance from the norm of our biological species, and that these new disfigured faces awakened in our brain the fantastic character of a human face that our reason erased/wiped out. The disfigurement in art, what I call the passage from the Holy Face to the Meat Head, is like a stimulus for the brain which confirms and reaffirms our strangeness of being in the world.
Please tell us about your collaboration with Nick Knight.
Gareth Pugh contacted me because he was fascinated by the faces I created in my performance “Transfiguration with clay”. For him, this covering with clay was like a form of primitive dress, something that obsessed this young London fashion designer. With Nick Knight they decided that I would come to London to introduce Gareth to this type of work and that we would do a performance together. Filmed by Nick, it would be the opening of Fashion Week.
What are you working on at the moment?
I developed choreography with 6 dancers: “So Be me”. The first performance took place a few days before confinement, the other dates have been canceled. Will there be a sequel? I am also working on a collaboration with David Wahl for the “Vive du Sujet” in Avignon postponed to 2021, and on another project with the choreographer Wim Vandekeybus, scheduled for the end of October. Let’s hope that the world “after Covid-19” will still allow us to create living works of art. What is upsetting about this pandemic is that there is one more argument for a society which aims towards dematerialization, decorporation/ physical and social isolation, and towards an increased value given to thought, when for me, it is obvious: a world without touch is a world of corpses, a dead world. You can think of the loved ones who are dead, but what you miss the most is that you can no longer touch them. Touch is the foundation of the soul, as Aristotle puts it so well in his famous book “Traité de l’Ame”.