Here we are in Marseille, tourism policy put in evidence the merits of the city through a red track marks on the ground to serve as a guide, itinerary ... the itinerary is advised. The Wa diverted then track it official by a mechanism tinkers, assembles, welds in the discretion of the workshops. It is therefore conceivable that small machinery, which allows a bicycle, to throw a line on the ground in red paint. This object has the burlesque aesthetic becomes the weapon of deviance. The Wa takes his bike, and since the itinerary advice, diverted the track official to areas not politically respectable. The curious tourist in search of roaming (un)voluntary can then from the Old Port and find a Bougainville District droppings, Felix Piat, St Mauron, ... "The public needs to be violated in rare positions" are guffawed Dada, The Wa maintains the echo of laughter disenchanted laugh that has role to play as a power cons. Our tourist or curious find while confronted to other realities: a reality of time and space very special, a reality which is that of an observation, an observation post modern new worlds, worlds that feel neither Provence from Marcel Pagnol or lavender but rather misery and violence of urban modernity, which seeks to hide in our peripheries. This displacement of the heart to the extremities has no link, it no longer exists in its own strategic expulsion, withdrawal of forces, geographic abandonment, desire for political demise but the effect reverses wills. The strength of the ghetto is the creative development of its own stratagems to continue his duty to exist, its power to Be ... a few steps from the tourist office and voila a post-card that deserves its stamp. It is therefore a political stamp on the Wa glue Marseille, he deviated own postcard, written by a DIY plastic simple and effective, and send to all those who still have the strength and willingness to open an eye on the evidences, doubts, misunderstandings, conflicts, strategies, the absurdities, violence and riddles of our newspapers. We not impose a socialist-catastrophic conclusion, it is not a sociologist or political, he is cunning and discreet artist who developed his arsenal of black humor, cynical philosophy, which is the point of the roll pretty mess that we no longer see or that we see too much.
Text: Manu Berque Video: Jérome Fino Photo: Antoine Rivière, The WA