Where to go?
What to become?
Do we have to fight ?
Beware of the closing doors.
Can I take two?
I want five.
Excuse me, Can you tell me how to get out of here ? I am ready to be used.
Eruptive drawings, raw words for tender meat. The work of Clara Citron does not pretend to sublimate the relation of the intimate, is exerted by the instinct. By non-verbal or simple facts of life, she presents a story, perhaps without protagonists, which thus undergoes the most intimate interrogations.
Without connivance or militancy, she looks at what she will face and wonders how to face it.
Her pieces retranscribe what hides in us, lurking in the shadow of good thought.
The simplicity of the materials used, the accumulation of information, collages and overlaps apply to deconstruct the a priori, giving shape to the ironic paradoxes that constitute us.