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Virginie Sistek – Bienpeureuse
by Virginie Sistek
Mention Très bien Prix Visarte Vaud + Prix Ernest Manganel A____A |・ㅅ・| |っ c| HI HI HELLO HI | | EACH MISUNDERSTANDING | | IS AN OPEN DOOR TO | | DISRUPTIVE REALITIES | | | | enjoy U ̄ ̄U
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by Virginie Sistek
Mention Très bien Prix Visarte Vaud + Prix Ernest Manganel A____A |・ㅅ・| |っ c| HI HI HELLO HI | | EACH MISUNDERSTANDING | | IS AN OPEN DOOR TO | | DISRUPTIVE REALITIES | | | | enjoy U ̄ ̄U
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by Evelyn Vonesch
Behind the shots, behind the frames, behind the scenes, Behind the protective walls and behind the screens, There, sub rosa, well sheltered, Hides the long, smooth thread That comes out of life. A cloud-like fibrous substance that feeds the cotton seeds, That keeps them alive, traps them but never soothes them, In its sun-drenched homeland. A thread of inclination and attachment, Connecting all and pointing to all. It never flaunts its beginning or its end. Real dramas are not played out in the limelight. When the curtain falls, look behind the scenes.
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by Laetitia Khiara
Avance en corps, au-delà et en dehors
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by Grégoire-Cesare Marcel
When a news item arises, when it involves very strong impulses, when it reveals something about our society, the media take hold of it. I see information as material to analyse and decipher in order to highlight the different realities it generates. The media flow acts like a machine, an accelerator of stories.
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by Lydia Liu
Sam is the main protagonist of the video game Death Stranding . He is a delivery man in an apocalyptic world. I drove Sam into the snowy mountain and under a shelter, I put him to sleep. Sam occasionally mutters in his sleep. “Just a little longer...”. Sometimes he breathes heavily. Sam is still sleeping, but BB wakes up often. A thunderstorm is rumbling in the distance... Elsewhere, a ladder has begun to deteriorate. Something is happening, but not much, just like in a fishbowl.
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by Simon Colliard
4 Chiffres - 164 seconds - 134 Bpm - 88 Bars Blue Light - 132 seconds - 98 Bpm - 52 Bars Gris Mauve - 158 seconds - 135 Bpm - 88 Bars Summer Hit - 160 seconds - 160 Bpm - 108 Bars PRNFS - 217 seconds - 84 Bpm - 76 Bars Rêve - 180 seconds - 115 Bpm - 88 Bars Argent - 175 seconds - 85 Bpm - 63 Bars 1 syllable = 1 line is a translation of seven songs into paintings.
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by Mara Meier
Mention Excellent Prix du Risque points of contact which divide traces of steps without drawing lines digging a tunnel through the fog of the night echoing the repeated pulses of a turning light
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by Clément Pic
Mention Très bien In French, the accountant (comptable) and the story-teller (conteur) share the same etymological root. Through a shift in meaning, the accountant becomes the story-teller. Two sentences strike the time: - “Il est l’heure du bilan” (It’s time to take stock). - “Objectifs non atteints” (Objectives not met).
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by Lara Marino
Mention Bien Prix Ernest Manganel This is a retrospective of my work, a deeper visualisation of my dissertation and an extension of my research. Through the metaphor of a brain forest where several works, characters, spaces and objects take place and coexist. The body is also integrated as a form of landscape. An ecosystem filled with information where the work reveals its creation. Through the fascination of bodily evolution and decay, we discover figurative and chimerical pictorial environments that explore the relationship between the imaginary and maternal bonds. In the words of Romain Gary in his book Promise at Dawn : “With maternal love, life makes you a promise at dawn that it never keeps.”
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by Terat Thanaworrawatniti
Gong Tek refers to a Sino-Thai funeral where burning paper model replicas is a ritual used to offer objects to the dead. The video installation explores the relationship between physical and intangible spaces, such as virtual and cultural ones. The work captures the moment where these objects are transformed and translated into something else. By repurposing traditional elements and changing their context, tension between translation and mistranslation is created. When the light switches on, the viewer is challenged with a new space, which calls into question the process of image construction.
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by Nicolas Ponce
Ulysses is hidden behind the fir trees, Raphaël in the tool shed, Timothé in the middle of the corn, and me, under the window.
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by Eliot Möwes
A cone and a cylinder serving as a structure for the painting.
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by Ana Francesca Bălan
Silk, plush, acrylic, ceramic.
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by Adèle Anstett
“Only a few of us, amid the great fabrications of society, hang on to our really childish reactions, still wonder naively what we are doing on the earth and what sort of joke is being played on us. We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.” — Bataille, G. (1949). The Cruel Practice of Art Featuring transverse and hybrid spaces, closed and open, which bear witness to a process of construction of oneself and of the group by the appropriation of these spaces and their transformation, thanks to the childish character of each one. Twisting things, commuting rigid structures through use and escapig determinism with a certain lightness.
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by Luana Cardinaux
The particular circumstances of the health crisis during the last year-and-a-half of my studies led me to focus my research on concepts of home and the household – the self and the home. An imaginary environment emerged from these notions and through my personal experiences and references with imagery depicting a troubled, childhood-inspired world. The mixing of different techniques allows for both the readability and the loss of messages.
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by Louis Loup Collet
Our words are sometimes much better at saying who we are than we are at saying them. Word by word, they open up, and as they open, they silently turn to poetry. Words written with shadows, slowly, the light will erase them. But the poetry will remain.
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by Sofia Fresey Angelopoulou
It fits me perfectly It was definitely made for me Nymph of the flow Springs and streams Yet invariably bound to places Distant from humans And close to navigators It is static It does not move for hours or days So sure it will be there forever One day it disappears Until it resurfaces again It arises from thick, fleshy, creeping underwater stems that are buried in the soil
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Jury 2021 Real Madrid (Bianca Benenti Oriol and Marco Pezzotta) Giovanni Carmine https://www.ecal-diplomes.ch/en/3062/Bachelor-Arts-Visuels