The bunker of Leffrinckoucke
Removing an injury from the story, a concrete scar while revealing it … Disappearing yourself behind a name that is not one to make a signature … Anonymous. The intimate trajectories that cross the Leffrinckoucke mirror blockhouse multiply to infinity. Like our image when we approach it. An image that breaks up at once to end up getting lost in the maze of reflections. Reflect, a transgressive work, poetic, beautiful simply.
Reflect, the amazing mirror blockhouse
Take a few steps on the beach of Leffrinckoucke near Dunkerque. He’s there. Surprising. The first of a blockhouse driveway facing the sea. Last vestiges of an Atlantic wall that was meant to be impregnable. A useless madness. You only see him. Magistral and magnetic. Covered with thousands of pieces of mirrors, the mass of concrete has disappeared to give way to a work, Reflect. A work that brings us back to the meaning of history as well as to ourselves. And yet, we try in vain to find ourselves in a mosaic of reflections that escape us.
“I wanted to stand against the hostile stubbornness of the concrete, the fragility of the broken mirror”
Started in March 2014 in hiding, Anonymous’s approach is above all deeply militant. At a time in the History of Humanity when man has never looked so much and lost in his own reflection, to the point of confining himself to it, the mirror here reflects what he has abandoned: the nature that he is destroying. “.
A nature that recomposes itself before our eyes. Each time different. By the incessant play of reflections, you see others, you see what’s around you, without ever seeing you, really. A mirror game that forces us to look at something other than ourselves. Beautiful paradox. A “I” mirror, too, that the artist maintains around him … Presence fragmented, multiple at times. An “I” yet present in this absence of name. Present to share willingly this extraordinary work. Present in this reflection-mirror that touches us or not … Some do not like. But you will understand, we like.
Finally, stay until sunset. A privileged moment when the blockhouse captures all the colors of the sky and goes out slowly with the night. It’s a time when the last strollers stop longer and talk to each other. It feels good.
Source: https://nord-decouverte.fr/reflechir-le-blockhaus-miroir-leffrinckoucke/
