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Catherine Radosa * 1984 in Prague, lives in Paris

Catherine Radosa works at the point where images and situations meet, whether she encounters them on her own or produces them herself. By reading places, observing, listening, doing research, she questions memory’s present as well as its personal and collective representations. These touch on the relationship of the individual and society, geographical and social borders, history, and identity. Catherine Radosa has contributed to the programs of various collective events (such as the Nuit [...]

Catherine Radosa works at the point where images and situations meet, whether she encounters them on her own or produces them herself. By reading places, observing, listening, doing research, she questions memory’s present as well as its personal and collective representations. These touch on the relationship of the individual and society, geographical and social borders, history, and identity. Catherine Radosa has contributed to the programs of various collective events (such as the Nuit Blanche, Paris, in 2011, 2012 and 2013), and festivals (Rencontres Internationales Paris/Berlin/Madrid at the Palais de Tokyo and the Haus der Kulturen der Welt in 2012 and 2013 respectively).

Catherine Radosa works at the intersection of images and situations that she encounters or produces herself. Through her reading of places and her observations, she interrogates the relationship between the individual and society, social and geographic limits, history, memory, and identity. Between investigation and reverie, and through the editing of voices, images, contexts and moments, Radosa constructs figures of collective witness that attain the spirit of the featured places and the moment but with a distance that is peculiar to her, sensitive, without hyperbole, direct, delicate, occasionally biting. For OSMOSCOSMOS, Radosa presents the video of a still image. Thanks to backlighting and rounded topography, she makes us believe we are on some uninhabited planet until we realise that the little mound we have been viewing is moving slightly from the tremors of an embryo in its mother’s womb.

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