Yann Marussich

A bathtub in the Dominican Church, filled with broken glass. A man’s forearm rises straight up, the rest of his body buried under the weight of 600 kilograms of sharpedged pieces. But something is moving under the sea of shards: Yann Marussich is breathing. How did he get into this predicament, and can he free himself without help or serious injury? Over the next hour and a half to two hours, the extreme performer works cautiously to overcome his self-inflicted immobility. Glass cracks, leaving a layer of shiny shards on battered skin. The artist’s facial expression remains unaffected from the procedure, as if his gaze is no longer one of this world and for this world. “For me, it’s about not feeling the pain, surrendering to it, accepting it, and not being influenced by it.” How can it continue? “I cannot cross this line. Death would be the next extreme. (...) Now I have to fly.”

Concept & interpretation: Yann Marussich | Sound: Léo Marussich | Technics: Léo Marussich | Production: Claire Felix | Communication: Audrey Croisier | International distribution: Chimène Costa | Administration: Nathalie Wenger