French artist Théo Mercier rummages through history with a considerate and well meaning irreverence that congeals as unstable sculptures, eager cabinets of curiosities and fractured images.
Flattened time, with all the comforting moments squeezed out. Time laughing and in its tumbling loosing its polyped folds. Ground-down-to-powder time, floating uneasily. What snaked its way across multiple…
