BATEAUX Series | Neverlands
My boat is an oarless shell, made of discarded wood. It is a symbol of the urge to flee, but also of the fragility of the means chosen to do so. In Paris, wedged among the branches of a tree, the boat looked as if it had fallen from the sky: a suspended mirage, the appearance of a hope that finds no harbor. In Milan and Piacenza, as the scale grew and the work became a collective action, the boat transformed into a shared warning: we are all passengers of this development model that consumes both resources and dignity.
These boats, made of fruit crates, tell the story of those who travel the same routes as goods: the fruits of the earth and the bodies of migrants. Both chosen, exploited, or discarded by the same logic of profit. Bateaux is the wreckage of a hope, an invitation to repair the routes of a world racing toward a Neverland that isn’t there.
“We are all involved in this journey towards Neverlands—islands that aren’t there, built on the remains of what we have already consumed.”
