For DAMNº Magazine’s exhibition Tabourets de Terroir I contacted a local carpenter who harvests his own lumber.
Asking for Cedar, he presented some planks from a tree felled at the Mairie of Cornillon.
I decided to bring my wood back to where it grew to stroke its memory, but there was no hard trace, just a gap in the grove.
A catalogue playground had been placed upon the stump, the inert type one finds across europe with the red plastic bumpy slide.
Are there wood spirits? Was this tree known by his fellow trees and did he have a particular vibration? What if this signature were embodied in a tabouret?
