tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67522497315124533652011-04-21T18:11:34.457-07:00épicentrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654292137485044637noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752249731512453365.post-2951835170352542972008-05-27T05:01:00.000-07:002008-05-27T05:18:46.113-07:00<p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >106 rue des Alliés</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Entrée. Seuil, passage, franchissement, changement d'état. Entrer ici c'est passer de l'état de promeneur à celui d'acteur puisque tout visiteur devient acteur de cet espace. Comment y pénétrer ? Par un tapis rouge, voie romaine, archéologie fictive de ce terrain qui en a vu d'autres. Chemin recomposé de galets trouvés sur place, comme évocation d'un passé qui révèle au présent la nature du sol qu'il foule.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv4eNRuZgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kAn-hZ410Zc/s1600-h/P5170080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv4eNRuZgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kAn-hZ410Zc/s400/P5170080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205026992200508930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv4dtRuZeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/S8K7C65EIzc/s1600-h/P5170077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv4dtRuZeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/S8K7C65EIzc/s400/P5170077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205026983610574306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6752249731512453365-295183517035254297?l=retu-seuils.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>épicentrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654292137485044637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752249731512453365.post-6279569147698101252008-05-27T04:57:00.000-07:002008-06-10T09:35:45.024-07:00<p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">19 rue Honoré de Balzac</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Le mur</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Un mur comme geste premier pour réinterroger le rapport que nous entretenons à la matière et à l'espace. Se retrouver face au mur. Ne pas avoir d'autre choix que de le suivre. Le contourner. Le ressentir. Avancer. Entrer enfin.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tEibZN7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/BkyjExOGGNg/s1600-h/P5310333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tEibZN7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/BkyjExOGGNg/s400/P5310333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292112387028914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tF5hMCaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/u3Gt0nWQN7g/s1600-h/P5310335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tF5hMCaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/u3Gt0nWQN7g/s400/P5310335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292135765215650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tHP8-yLI/AAAAAAAAA54/ipZt5-XrMek/s1600-h/P5310336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tHP8-yLI/AAAAAAAAA54/ipZt5-XrMek/s400/P5310336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292158967236786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tIVJPxBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_cKg5CSvTPM/s1600-h/P5310337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tIVJPxBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_cKg5CSvTPM/s400/P5310337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292177540727826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tJeGuhCI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zOyYZbjYplI/s1600-h/P5310339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SE6tJeGuhCI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zOyYZbjYplI/s400/P5310339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292197125948450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv319RuZcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TcX-Ka1W6UE/s1600-h/P5170084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ciIldBytORs/SDv319RuZcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TcX-Ka1W6UE/s400/P5170084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205026300710774210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6752249731512453365-627956914769810125?l=retu-seuils.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>épicentrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654292137485044637noreply@blogger.com0