notes

For a long time, when I heard my mother tell people about her best bridge games, I found a kind of (involuntary) poetry in her peremptory declarations, these energetic testimonials, these sudden outbursts, in this ultra-codified language that I understood strictly nothing about. When I came up with the idea to do a video installation with her, reproducing this surprising conversation, she immediately agreed. Later, it was very difficult to get her to admit that it would never been shown on TV. She would’ve liked to shoot a new episode of these programmes in order to teach bridge by way of local television network broadcasts.