1SIM (1979) (10)

The young woman wasn’t trying to understand her state of lack. She simply let the attraction, the enchantment of this "magnetic sauce," guide her. The cluster disintegrated around her… Would she put it in her mouth? Yes, into her brain of dopamine, leaving no chance for this chance to be swept away by the taste of transformation in her mouth. Because the moment before, she was just a spectator, with her earbuds in her ears and her smartphone in the back pocket of her tight jeans, an original silhouette among others. The next moment, she was the artist, the creator, merging with the material to extract the very essence of being delicious, because she then felt a powerful surge… of juice in bulk: it wasn’t simply the force of nature that had attracted her, but a form of art, a pure creation born from the meeting between the earth, the air, and her human hand.

She understood that this "magnetic sauce" was nothing other than the echo of all the artistic forces hiding in the natural world. It wasn’t magic, nor exact science, but the very essence of creativity, unfolding through the simplest and softest forms.

In the seconds that followed, the grapes, with her hand now charged with this new energy, created a work. Not a painting or a sculpture, but a living tableau: an installation where every grape, every seed, every drop of juice, drew attention and gazes, an invisible yet palpable alchemy that made the beauty of the world perceptible to anyone willing to see it, in its seeds, which would roll between yours as well…