PLACE FORMARTIN BUREAU

In the center of a room sits a circular table reminiscent of those used by major corporate and diplomatic bodies. Around it, charred chairs bear witness to a fateful event. On the wall in front, a screen shows a sequence shot of the same table, with eight people staring at each other defiantly, smiling tightly and in impassive moods. Little by little, tempers flare and flare up. Outside, it's war and chaos. Yet everyone acts as if nothing has happened: no fire, no flame. The camera rises, revealing an unusual place, the bunker of the hotheads.

In the piece, the table is a living sound space, in tune with the video image. Fictitious official flags surround the table and are lined up on the building's outer facade, imposing their dubious ideologies under virtuous, ceremonial airs. Their compositions amalgamate references to the mining and military industries, banking and religious institutions, and the geopolitical conflicts that mark our times.