Shelters, exhibition view, Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris (March 5 – April 16, 2016)
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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I fucking love people, 2016
photograph mounted on aluminium, 81 x 220.5 cm
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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Wall shelter, 2016
aluminium panels, bench, 243 x 196 x 154 cm
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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Shelters, exhibition view, Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris (March 5 – April 16, 2016)
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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Shelters, exhibition view, Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris (March 5 – April 16, 2016)
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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Shelters, exhibition view, Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris (March 5 – April 16, 2016)
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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Horizontal door, 2016
oak door, steel, 208 x 97.5 cm
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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I owe no one (two hunters), 2016
photograph mounted on aluminium, 83 x 162 cm
Courtesy of the artist and Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris
© FLORIAN KLEINEREN

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American artist OSCAR TUAZON wrote for his exhibition entitled Shelters at the Parisian gallery Chantal Crousel, a text that is at once descriptive and a bit romantic. I like when artists took the responsibility to write their own press release as for the like of WOLFGANG BREUER, even if they probably shouldn’t do that unless it becomes a proper part of the exhibition.

Reading is a physical activity. Something bodies do with words. I want to make a space for that. A space for words, a place to read.

I live like that, in words. To read a word you recite it, you write it in your voice, take it in your mouth and say it. Whatever words they are, they are your words for a second. Speak the sounds aloud like a child does, become a voice.

There are things I don’t want to read but I read them. I feel I need to. Like I’m responsible, it’s a sentence. I’m compelled to. To read is to confront the other, the author, feeling another person speak through me, not quite a choice. A reader’s a witness. Another voice that’s not mine, intimate bodily violence. A mind orgasm.

I want a space for that. That’s what I tried to do when I lived here, make a space for reading with other people. I want to contain it but I found that you can’t. I read while I’m walking, it’s a physical activity. Words make their own worlds.

What I can do is build a bookshelf. Word furniture. Reading benches. Ways to look at words, alone and with others. Mostly alone, though, the way we are when we’re reading, with another person’s thoughts.

I am now ready to write. — Oscar Tuazon, 2016

Shelters is on view at Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris until April 16, 2016

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