Text and image: Kay Roberts
Today, 27th January, is the Holocaust Memorial Day and Christian Boltanski's work often draws on the memories of the disappeared. At the Grand Palais we are faced by both the physical and immaterial memories of Personnes - human beings: anybody or nobody. Entering the vast space of the Grand Palais a wall of rusty metal boxes piled high, 4 meters high, 20 meters long, it blocks the way. Each box labeled. Reminding me of the sad walls in cemeteries where the ashes or bones of the dead are placed, but these boxes are not labeled with a name, they belong to the anonymous many. Boltanski has chosen the coldest time of the year for Personnes, no heating, cold daylight in the winter chill.
The floor of the nave of the Grand Palais is laid out carefully with a field of clothes: An ordered, rectangular landscape of coats, knickers, skirts, shirts; a fabric garden. Beds of velvets, silks, cottons, wools, synthetics: a patch work of every colour and texture. A graveyard of clothes. Our clothes, our second skin. Walking the paths between to contemplate each article, each area lit by a strip light, the boom of the noise within the Grand Palais becomes more discernible, each area has a loudspeaker with one heartbeat, the boom was the cacophony of heartbeats. Boltanski has recorded and is recording an archive of heartbeats. These are to be housed on an island off Japan, Teshima, so that if you take the opportunity to record your heartbeat then at some time in the future it will be heard, a trace of you.
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