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CAROLE MOUSSET
CAROLE MOUSSET
And then, when I sleep, without language of night, I do not realize
Installation view
See U, Brussels, 2022
Curated by Pelin Gökçek
Without wind blowing through the window which disrupts comfort, it's calm as the death here. I
wished for something else that does not consume me to my last breath, but slowly breaks
consciousness of the world. I wished for a provocative fantasy, not a self contained satisfaction but an
intrusion of supernatural impact into the routine.
My awakeness or sleeplessness gradually eliminated the attempt to understand the meaning of
knowing my all time. Then, I felt someone pass by who I couldn’t notice. It drawed me inwards
from remembrance and with loss of memorization I couldn't prevent. But it couldn't have been my
loss of memory that would justify my madness, instead a resistance that keeps my deepest, darkest
fantasies alive and the voluntary extinction of myself.
I was suspended in the absence of light differently from the real world. Aggression of the protective
function spinning into symbolic threats around me generated a language which no one learns but
learned by it. With incompetence, the meaning I thought for was like a strange filter, protection and
disjunction.
This recreation doesn't help my heart rest. Dream occurs when sleep is closest to waking, I woke up in
a world where I still can't fully direct the objectives. I tried to cling to my vigilance, I thought of a
dream of the sleepless world.
With works by Julian Jakob Kneer, Arthur Marie, Jean Casanova Castell, Arnaud Eubelen, Win Ju, Carole Mousset
photo : Pelin Gökçek
See U, Brussels, 2022
Curated by Pelin Gökçek
Without wind blowing through the window which disrupts comfort, it's calm as the death here. I
wished for something else that does not consume me to my last breath, but slowly breaks
consciousness of the world. I wished for a provocative fantasy, not a self contained satisfaction but an
intrusion of supernatural impact into the routine.
My awakeness or sleeplessness gradually eliminated the attempt to understand the meaning of
knowing my all time. Then, I felt someone pass by who I couldn’t notice. It drawed me inwards
from remembrance and with loss of memorization I couldn't prevent. But it couldn't have been my
loss of memory that would justify my madness, instead a resistance that keeps my deepest, darkest
fantasies alive and the voluntary extinction of myself.
I was suspended in the absence of light differently from the real world. Aggression of the protective
function spinning into symbolic threats around me generated a language which no one learns but
learned by it. With incompetence, the meaning I thought for was like a strange filter, protection and
disjunction.
This recreation doesn't help my heart rest. Dream occurs when sleep is closest to waking, I woke up in
a world where I still can't fully direct the objectives. I tried to cling to my vigilance, I thought of a
dream of the sleepless world.
With works by Julian Jakob Kneer, Arthur Marie, Jean Casanova Castell, Arnaud Eubelen, Win Ju, Carole Mousset
photo : Pelin Gökçek
DOGGOLINGOS
DoggoLingo #1, ceramic 15x12x16,5cm, 2020
DoggoLingo #4, ceramic, 17x14x18cm, 2021
DoggoLingo #3, ceramic, 13x10x12cm, 2021
photo : Pelin Gökçek
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