1.0Drawing Labhttps://www.drawinglabparis.com/en/thomashttps://www.drawinglabparis.com/en/author/thomas/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="VZsUVUN2p3"><a href="https://www.drawinglabparis.com/en/exhibitions/the-evening-of-the-octopus/">Le Soir du Poulpe</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.drawinglabparis.com/en/exhibitions/the-evening-of-the-octopus/embed/#?secret=VZsUVUN2p3" width="600" height="338" title="“Le Soir du Poulpe” — Drawing Lab" data-secret="VZsUVUN2p3" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.drawinglabparis.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://www.drawinglabparis.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/Lucie-Picandet-Paysages-hospitaliers-detail-2019.jpg10001339Taken from the title of my short story written in 2011, Le Soir du Poulpe is also a short film project in progress. In this exhibition, you will be able to see the storyboard boards, before entering one of the rooms of the decor: a Parisian maid's room where the protagonist writes the short story Le Soir du Poulpe. The hero of his old novel The One I Am, died on his bed after being refused by all the publishing houses. The writer continues her activity against all odds but the writing has gone beyond the words of the language and what she has to write, she must now scrape it, tear it, dig it with a wild word that could belong only to the beasts. This is how she enters the bowels of the octopus and accesses timeless sensations, those before the word where thought circulated freely in her head.