One day Christian Lutz sends me the picture of a place. The place where he is to set up his exhibition Insert Coins in Vevey. Underground atmosphere, concrete, darkness, cold. I reply : "The place where the tangible is able to open the imaginary. You have to be alone in it." The hours that follow, this space remains omnipresent in my head, haunts me, creates in me the desire to dance. I said, " I want to dance there."
I take in my hands his book Insert Coins and I flood the space of the universe with his incisive images. The movements arise. My body starts to move despite myself and where I am. I hear the music of Mika Vainio. I hold the essence of the project which is not yet one. Simply a call. A call free of all constraints of production, the duty to write words before even to move an arm, to stick images on what is not yet. The images are there before anything else. In a place, this place which starts the call.
On October 20, I went to Vevey, they opened the space to me for a few hours. Alone among the pictures, I measure the space, count the columns, analyze the light, dance, Mika Vainio in the ears. In the images, the density of a state of body exceeding the being. Explodes the understanding, pierces the codes, shows the urgency to survive, defies humanity. Encounter, embrace of all elements. After this immersion, I surface, if Christian agrees, it can start. My body sets out freely, moved by a subterranean atmosphere, an unlawful desire. Freed by the sensation of being clandestine to myself, of what I represent. So I danced on the balcony of the hotel in Orleans, in the bathroom, in my living room, waiting for the possibility of spending hours alone in my studio. Today Knusa is here. — CVA
