Performance held on June 2, 2017, on the occasion of the exhibition From Concrete to Liquid to Spoken Worlds to the Word.
Sebastian Dicenaire was born at noon on a snowy day in nineteen hundred and seventy-nine in the suburbs of Strasbourg. Everything was white that day. The black cats were quietly crossing the immaculate streets. Then everything suddenly accelerated. At 4 years old, he draws stories of cats and rabbits. At 12, he plays sports that do not exist. At 15, he read Lautréamont in the campsites. At 20, he shoots super8 movies at the edge of highway bypasses. He is currently writing a mushy romance book contaminated with a poetic bug, and creates films without images for Belgian radio or explains in six minutes chrono how poetry can save the world.