Fermer les yeux. Sauver sa peau. The artist often works with fireworks as a very consistent material in which there is a mingling of noise, smell, beautiful sights and the final starburst, spectacle and whiff of war, Pascalian entertainment and explosions.
Elisa Pône’s installations and videos reek of gunpowder. First of
all quite simply because the artist often works with fireworks as a
very consistent material in which there is a mingling of noise,
smell, beautiful sights and the final starburst, spectacle and whiff
of war, Pascalian entertainment and explosions. A wonderfully
incendiary cocktail which the artist measures in a quite novel way,
by shifting the angle of fire, otherwise put, moving the format and
the place, and then by also altering the onlooker’s point of view.
When, for example, she sets off a firework indoors—intra muros—
Elisa Pône reduces the scale of the pyrotechnic modules she uses. So
there is more standing back, no more big scale and no more soaring
height, everything takes place in a confined area where the small
throng of spectators has the field of fire right under their nose,
with no need to get up to see the place go up in flames.
The video titled I’m Looking for Something to Believe in confines
the firework to an even smaller place, the interior of a vehicle,
abandoned in a lush green clearing. Inevitably the explosion pushes
the fire beyond this setting which is twice as cramped as it need be.
The windows are shattered and soot-coloured smoke makes a dirty
blotch in the midst of this rustic scene. Then the heavy puffs of
smoke fade away and birdsong rings out once more. Nature has replaced
the lid on the crackle of fireworks. There is a return to natural
order. The static shot of the video is incidentally responsible for
emphasizing this tension between the authority of the frame and the
setting, and what is trying to make its way into it or escape from
it, in a violent way. Likewise, in a series of photos, Elisa Pône
tries to dodge the time-related markers of a pyrotechnic event.
Otherwise put, she presents what comes before and after, the premises
and the remnants, the detonator and the smoke. The images thus show a
crowd of young people with their hands in their pockets. They are at
a loose end, looking at a hill exhaling the last puffs of smoke from
a firework. This twilight end-of-play-like atmosphere is combined
with remote-controlled black SUVs which criss-cross the gallery
letting out shriek-like noises of detonations. Resounding messengers
harbingering the worst, or retransmission of explosions taking place
somewhere else, somewhere peripheral, the boxes are moreover titled
Boom Biddy Bye Bye, taken from a Cypress Hill rap number.
The fact remains that fire is not the whole story behind Elisa
Pône’s work. There is the night and its depths, its dark and
dubious games which she inhabits in La Passion des Fils. This short
video gradually focuses on two young people. Sitting on a bench, they
are involved in a bloody finger game. With a wink at Pasolini, the
video beats and quivers to the rhythm of the tense, nervous gestures
of a youth that does not know what to do with itself, a youth which,
here, is quite literally twiddling its thumbs. This is why, in this
show, there is a smell of gunpowder, that acrid smell that forewarns
us of things going ballistic.
Judicaël Lavrador, January 2008
Galerie Michel Rein
42 rue de Turenne - Paris
Free admission