You stretch your ears towards the entrance of the first, personal French exposition by Tianzhuo Chen. Pulled in by the growling music and the ecstatic colours, it is a grotesque world that lets itself be discovered, by the symbolic connotations and the religious multiples reinterpreted by the artist.
You settle in the eliminated space around strange and stupefying objects. They are exposed until you believe yourself to be at a party in which you would have arrived too late. To your right, a bizarre altar is surrounded by immense sculptures of which the orbits move in every direction, leaving you mislaid and confused.
It is a mixture of cultures and arts that Tianzhuo Chen proposes to you. A new interpretation on which the correct codes and the correct religions turn amongst our society of consummation. This primitive temple gives an echo to fleshly wishes, to abuses in all genres, to the excess atrocities of your senses. The artist inspires himself with the visual universe of the London cultural rave, with the Japanese butoh, some new-yorkian voguing or hip hop queer.
Everything you see seems strangely familiar to you and it is not by pure chance. It is voluntarily that the artist turns our quotidian, pushing it to paroxysm. The large range of bangs to the side of the video seems to project ideas of the brain from an LSD addict, allowing you to experience their sensations.
An eye of Horus overlooking the room almost puts you at unease while you are, at present, besides a huge inflatable doll with an astounded face. Finally, this psychedelic world is yours, the one in which you grew up. Only everything focuses, exacerbated, in the same space.
These dogs with golden jaws and with huge bizarre collars are no more than definite popular figures blindly idolized by your generation. The artist gives a sense to no sense, pushes you to open your eyes on our globalized society, on our diverted beliefs and broken morals. The new religion of our contemporary society unveils itself today beneath your eyes allegorically, hypnotising but without a doubt slightly tragic.