« This being said, I’ve also heard that the starting point was about bringing together artists from African ascent. Artists that one has made their mission to hire in spite of the context of a rare dedicated season, but about whom one realizes quickly the “common” about it all might be nothing else but is this place and the strange alien(ating) circumstances of a new summons-invitation to cohabit, coexist, cogenerate.
Because With Others is neither “together,” “all-the-same,” nor “separately.” With Others, (All-) against / on-the-contrary, is the failure of a hasty, catchy universalism, the undoing of a perennial folkloric alliance. An exhibition mid-way between the earnest utopia of a necessary doing-with and the tragic consecration of an elsewhere (not-) making the link, an elsewhere (not-) making-ground and of an elsewhere (not-) making-language—for, and by, us all. An exhibition, like a meeting of disparate engagements then, of which the unity, or the connection(s), are only to be found within ; towards a myriad of other heredities, other futurities, precarious connections and solidarities, incidental and “from the bottom now we here.”
Through the association with an Institution (49 Nord 6 Est – Frac Lorraine), with two curators (Fanny Gonella / Agnès Violeau), four artists (Tarek Lakhrissi, Josèfa Ntjam, Tabita Rezaire, Kengné Téguia), and a network of words and hands cited for once, there are thus different and plural entities, physical and mental or individual and collective beings who, each operating the reality-facet of a diffracted world, aren’t trying to de.monstrate/exhibit anything really, but the fact it’s already hard enough to learntry to be alone, alltogether.
With “several” others, thus: scales, speeds, incarnations, incantations, acquisitions, restitutions, architectures, (bone) structures, ghosts, resistances, inconsistencies or good intentions. A singularity of practices that train, stun, avenge, hybridize/debride, and wrap (us)—carefully?
Anyway, what interests me there, and above all here, is to find back that hazardous humility of a title that reminds perhaps that no matter how badly we (expect / wanna / are able / care) to share anything : still, it remains an exorable effort, that of learning to expose/exhibit oneself to the many, without demands but in spite of, and despite, all. Nevertheless, understood that in our hoods : we burst all our exhibitions to song, with others. » – Mawena Yehouessi, curator, artist & researcher involved in the writing/rewriting of the texts for the exhibition.