02
Aug

Retour à Nottingham

Nottingham Station

Je suis revenu à Nottingham pour la première fois depuis 3 ans, dans l’espoir de retrouver ce qui a fait de cette période pendant laquelle j’y ai vécu l’une des plus importantes de ma vie.

La ville n’a quasiment pas changé. J’étais plutôt satisfait de pouvoir me repérer dans ses rues avec autant de facilité que si je ne les avais jamais quittées. Quelques enseignes en sont devenues d’autres ici et là, et des travaux d’amélioration ont été faits à certains endroits… Mais dans l’ensemble, il s’agit bien de la même ville où j’ai passé cette merveilleuse année 2015-16.

Nottingham dispose d’une large population jeune et étudiante. On s’en rend particulièrement compte en cette période « post-graduation » où les rues sont bien moins animées et l’atmosphère peu festive.

Je me suis rendu en des lieux de la ville auxquels je rattachais des souvenirs particuliers, en pensant ranimer de cette façon des émotions que j’avais à l’époque ressenties. Les seules que j’ai réussi à tirer de cette expérience étaient la tristesse et la mélancolie. N’y ayant plus de raison d’être, ni de « chez-moi », Nottingham est redevenue une ville comme une autre, ou au mieux une ville remplie de souvenirs. 

En vérité, ma connexion avec elle n’était que superficielle et temporaire. Elle n’était pas du même ordre que « la ville où je suis né » ou « la ville où j’ai vécu la majeure partie de ma vie ». Il s’agissait plutôt à l’époque de la ville où j’ai été amené à vivre pendant une certaine durée.

Cela ne change rien à l’intensité des moments que j’y ai vécus, mais ceux-ci n’étaient pas que le fait de Nottingham. Les lieux n’étaient que des cadres dans lesquels se sont déroulés ma rencontre avec d’autres personnes.

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24
Aug

Day 353/353

Benou in the train
Benou is saying farewell to Nottingham.

I left Nottingham on August 3rd carrying two suitcases and a bag full of everything I could bring along. My little “adventure” in UK is over. I’m heading back to La Réunion.

MagikarpScribbling on the train

But before going back to the tropics, I’m enjoying what’s left of this month to visit pieces of France again — under the beautiful Summer sun this time.

Eiffel Tower from le Champ de MarsTroyesMusée de Soissons

These are also the last days of the foretaste of independence I was allowed for ten months. I’m moving back with mom and dad, retrieving my life and habits where I left them.

The French countrysideView of Le Tarne at MontaubanLe Tarn
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08
Aug

It’s About Time

"It's About Time" Opening
Rye Attic gallery, during our opening event.

Our second and last exhibition of the year was hosted by Rye Attic, a space opened a few months ago in New Basford, Nottingham. It is a bit remote from the city centre but nice looking, and it suited exactly our needs.

We opened on the 18th of July and until the week-end, a period that overlapped the Graduation week. Our exhibition was also “competing” with the MA Photography’s final show and the rest of the MA’s, which both looked great.

We didn’t get as many visitors as we expected nor wanted to, but I think we were all satisfied with what we had achieved.

My work in the exhibitionA visitor

Though we are all using a variety of different media, Zoé, Jilly, Emily and I are connected in our practices by our relationship to Time. We also share interest in social and political issues, which materialized through the works we showed.

My part was mainly centered around the notions of displacement, migration and diaspora.


Untitled (yet) is a series of pages from my notebook with little drawings and marks similar to the ones used by prisoners to count days. One of them is a photograph of my hand with the same kind of markings, and in the same format as the other pages.

I started this collection at Peak District by counting snails, slugs and worms I encountered during my walks: “the population of the fields”. The following records consisted in counting mundane activities such as how many times I used the blue water tap instead of the red one, or how often I went on Facebook. One page is a day.

Untitled YetOne page of the "Untitled (Yet)" series

This childish activity becomes a social comment when it makes you realize, for instance, how many CCTV cameras you may encounter on the way home or that only 22% of the gastropods have a shell to call home.


“Ich bin ein Tourist” is an installation made of enveloppes placed in circle formation in a square made by black and yellow striped tape. Each enveloppe represents a stay in a city where I arrived and departed from a same train station. The name of the said station is stamped along with the dates of the stay. A red drawing materializes my journey in the city, starting in the center and ending at the same point to close the loop.

"Ich bin ein Tourist" label"Ich bin ein Tourist" top viewEnveloppe

The reference to Kennedy’s iconic phrase “Ich bin ein Berliner” confronts the president’s speech in 1963 with the reality of the world half a century later; the citizens of the “Western world” have never been so free compared to “the others”, and we actually have so much freedom that we can afford to cede some in exchange for so-called safety and promises of better NHS funding.

“Real” freedom — real, as in real mayonnaise — might only exist in the form of tourism, a privilege mostly owned by wealthy Westerners. On the other side of the barrier, refugees are trapped between their devastated homes and closed doors.

For some of them, train stations, which are originally meant to be places of transition between arrival and departure, have become places of uncertainty.

"Réunion"

La Réunion is a framed print of a map of England with the shape of La Réunion drawn within its borders. The geographical north and the scale are the same for the two maps. My home in Nottingham and my home on the island are overlapping to create an imaginary space where personal history, culture and memories are melting.


This exhibition was part of our assessment, and we all succeeded. Now I’m on the way back to La Réunion for the second year of Master.

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