Redevenir soleil
Gyan Panchal
05.02.2015 - 04.04.2015, opening 05.02.2015
By associating Gyan Panchal with our program, we feel more than ever the difficulty to adjust our words to an actual practice. Whatever the roots of a work may be — if indeed they do exist — it is less the verbal knowledge that matters to us than a certain form of silent certainty that we feel facing it; and this silence, this certainty, may never be twice the same in one single life. Whether in his gestures, or in the look he takes at the surrounding world, what seems to characterize Gyan Panchal is his precision; the time rigor takes to become weightless. If we'd had the choice, we'd probably have asked Francis Ponge to write this text. From the poem The Crate, we imagine what he may have described: "at the corners of every street leading to the market, it gleams with the unassuming lustre of slivered pine. Still brand new and somewhat aghast at the awkward situation, dumped irretrievably on the public thoroughfare, this object is most appealing, on the whole — yet one whose fate doesn't warrant our overlong attention."