The Monster Inside
Text by Inês Lebreaud
While being a child and confronted with the image of a monster, Thomas Fourneau would question himself how much of a monster was he or what in him existed as a monster. A question not so different from the “who am I?” everyone faces some time in their lives, just in a very particular form.
That question has evolved. His definition of monster is close to the notion of difference and exception, but, still, a very wide concept.
After the artists presentations of themselves to the others, on the second day of warm-up (sunday, 8th September 2012), Thomas had a sensation of unaccomplished purpose. That time they had was not enough; not even near enough. It’s impossible to get to know someone in such a short period of time and was also hard to get to know each other more deeply in the two weeks ahead, of the duration of TryAngle Montemor. That made him thought of asking the other artists to find and exteriorise their monsters.
Finding their inside monsters is about finding themselves. It’s not the monster hidden inside a closet he wants; it’s the one hidden inside every person. It doesn’t have to be something bad or something wrong, it has to be something special. That something that they keep inside, that they may even not know yet, that defines them precisely because it’s not shared with anyone else, it never has been.
He gave, the ones that wanted to engage to it, total artistic freedom. They were able to use any media they’d like, any form of expression as long as the final product was a concrete object, even if it had to become one by recording it or print it.
Trough the week, some of the artists have been working on this project and handing him their final works. For this collection he decided he wanted to expose it, as that ‘exhibition’ – let’s call it that – being a second presentation, a personal public presentation. However, that intimacy and privacy that the monsters are about shall not be disrespected and so, for those monsters, he decided they will not be named or have their authors identified. Also, for that intimacy too be present, he chose a small room and left its doors constantly open, so people could come in anytime and be quietly alone with the others, getting into a most deep relation to the self. Inside, there are videos, music, photography’s. And there is the possibility for this collection to keep growing till the end of the laboratory.
He does not care about this monsters, however. “They’re our monsters, they’re not my monsters”, he said. He has enough monsters, already, he doesn’t need anyone else’s; they don’t belong to him, they can’t belong to him. This particular collection is being made just for the artistic view. What will happen to these monsters in the end of the laboratory? This is still a question looking for an answer.