The scent of the tree
That each spring gave us strange flowers
The smell of the shore, salty with sea spray
And the hours spent sitting,
Alone on the slab by the water
Watching the night take over the evening
Tell me, whose house is this?
Who are these people
Still laughing Inside?
Its threshold feels familiar
But its shadows lie
And their empty eyes swear we’ve met before
Tell me, Whose house is this?
And why does its lock
Fit my key?

Featuring the works of seventeen artists from Marseille, across France, and from abroad, the exhibition took place in a large house in the Malmousque neighborhood, overlooking the sea. Because an old house always tells stories, the exhibition was built around a narrative-based curatorial approach, allowing visitors to wander through the spaces of the house as though they were moving through a spatially unfolding fiction. Fragments of a short story welcomed guests from the threshold and accompanied them throughout their exploration of the property.

Communications: Lise Weber With the support of Culturing Company