Lead the way, go far, become someone!
I use this metaphor to be able to talk about a gesture conducted in complete solitude. To explain a daily action that took place without prior communications and create attention for the event. A consummate behavior far from the places of art. How could I go a long way, how would I ever be able to go far, how would I become someone if nobody knows what I do. I just have to walk, travel a distance on a pendulum to leave a single trace, that of my passage, wearing wire gloves (Gloves, 1984/1985) and faithful to the idea that “done with the feet means done wrong, anti-graceful.
Too bad that this disappears as soon as my foot stops walking that mark obtained by dint of making the way. The mark becomes a scar and remains so until the grass grows back, hiding every step taken.
Art exists even when you can’t see it!
What remains is the project, 5 rollers drawn in a ballpoint pen and available on a purpose-built table.
There is no photographic or video recording of the action which from the outset was an existing project in the pure relationship between the place and the act of plowing it.