Aeolus

As if escaped from a supermarket, or relieved of their function which governs movement, or liberated from their creator, these mechanical turnstiles have flourished in a wasteland in Cluses. Absurdity and diversion combine to question the walker on his relationship with public space, his freedom of movement and the artfulness that creates his relationship with the city.

Mechanical turnstile, paint. 100x180x180 cm