The first thing you notice is the body of the clown… a crumpled exterior hides an acrobat whose movements are light as a feather.
He is surrounded by a collection of objects, an array of nostalgic clutter : planks, wheels, a chandelier, a frying pan, dozens of bits and pieces and small mechanisms which fit together. An unlikely world, an apologia for the useless.
(…) when the clown loads all this jumbled up matter on a cart it is only to bring back more stuff, bigger and more absurd each time. In The Kounz, at the end of a fantastic and unlikely journey, a red ball reaches his goal. It is a journey along a precise trajectory in the maddest show of this New Year.