It’s her, him, them , us, you and them , them them maybe.. And us , and us maybe.. And you and I . Maybe. What do I want send to them, them maybe.. I tried to tell the story of our here , quickly, simply, without be sure.. Voices appear and become like a movement in the body and I start to believe in the necessity to repeat this sentence again and again for the forever.
On my sonore work I talk, on the life too. If someone find my piece somewhere on the universe, they will maybe believe i’m a God or something like that, it will be cool.. But anyway if they do not believe I will have leave a trace anyway, a trace we tell us we’re here on the now, and we will be on the forever. Like the mini pony, millions years ago.
Edith Perrenot ( born 1988) I can tell you I’m cool. I am pretty grumpy the morning but otherwise I am pretty ok. One day I was a crazy kid, leaving on a house for crazy kids, some found Valium, me I found Art. Its a good stuff. I study later in Mulhouse in france and I got my degree and the jury congratulate me. Was nice. At the time I was saying I wanted to do Art for everyone, for my neighbor. I am glad to create for extra terrestrial, I doubt my neighbor really understand what i’m doing anyway.