The holy water font is an object that fascinates me.
I like the marks that the water has left on its edge, indicating a form of time, disappearance, waiting for a believer, the touch of their hand to transport this sacred water away. I created two poly mirror black fonts, these are rectangles whose surface is slightly hollowed out so as to nest the water perfectly. The two materials merge, reflecting the surrounding space.
When I exhibit them, it is common to see some individuals discreetly trying to touch the aqueous surface. They run towards me in panic "Sorry, I didn't know it was water, I got it all over the place”. Artworks are sacred objects, we cannot touch them or go beyond certain limitations in art institutions. However, some viewers still linger despite these rules. These are the reckless ones that interest me, these courageous ones who go beyond the limits in order to understand the work as much as possible. In art as in religion, people respect codes. But sometimes to really understand a work, don't we have to go so far as to touch it? Of course these rules are put in place to preserve the work, but sometimes I like to transgress them. These fonts are a way of capturing and revealing these curious people. I also like to imagine they take a part of the work with them.
