I want to say one word to you.
Just one word.... Plastics. -- Mr. McGuire, The Graduate
I grew up in France. As a teenager, I was contemplating
a future which was, frankly, very depressing to me. The expectations
from both my family and French culture did not seem to leave me
any breathing room. I felt like my life was on rails: I was supposed
to get my BAC, get married, have children, spend winter in St.
Moritz, and vacation at Club Med. Art was not even a possibility,
or a glimmer of a hope.
In 1984, we moved to Boston. I discovered that American
culture rewarded and praised individualism. I could finally invent
and re-invent myself anytime, at any age. The cultural yoke was
lifted and I was free to experiment and pursue my own dreams.
At the same time, I am still a French person, with
strong political opinions, and I am aware of the corrosive influence
of American culture abroad. A lot of my motivation to make art
comes from this constant dichotomy in my life: this country is
my home and not my home; it welcomes me and it rejects me; I love
it and I hate it.
My choice of materials reflects this paradoxical
view that I have of American culture. Plastic is indispensable
and it is completely unnecessary; it is vital to our modern lives
and it is harmful to our environment; it is a true technological
achievement and a sign of our failure.