Through choreography of growing complexity, the forms of human alienation are tracked down and brought into the open.
In a chaotic world, we have become the prey of images. We have lost our bearings, overrun by viruses we believe to be external and foreign to us — when we are in fact their author, sometimes unwittingly, like the sorcerer's apprentice. We are no longer masters of nature as Descartes had hoped; above all, we have lost our autonomy.
No longer a free and conscious subject, the individual resembles an object tossed from one precipice to the next. Genuine relation to others has gone, because the social fabric has frayed and the communication we prize so highly is directed only at efficiency, excluding the weak and consigning them to ostracism.
This is therefore a political undertaking and, through that awareness, one about the human condition. The picture is a dark one, painting at once a society gripped by disarray and the existential anguish of the individual sealed in their bubble.
Is there any hope of escaping, of recovering — or rather of finding — what is human? Alexandra Gérard sets out to answer that question, one that puts the very future of humankind at stake. In certain works, a glimmer of hope seems to appear.
But lucidity must come first in any undertaking, practical or theoretical alike, politics being inseparable from philosophy.
