Born in Paris, FR
Living and working in Brooklyn, NY
I was born in Paris on September 6. I was nameless for more than 24 hours. My parents needed to see my face before making a decision. I was almost named Sixtine. They chose Olympe after Olympe de Gouges. Feminist pioneer, she died guillotined in 1793. I got told once : “I hope you won’t finish like her”. We never know… I always wanted to have orange hair. I have brown hair. I had a cat, Marguerite. She died. She had orange hair. For years, I believed in her past life she was a woman wearing a red dress. Because of this belief, I never changed in front of her. I was too prudish. I like to play games. I like to collect my lottery tickets and stick them in a notebook. I like the casino but refrain myself from going because I know I could bet it all. I like to listen to people talking while falling asleep. I like to record the laugh of my friends.
My most distant memory dates from November 2008. It’s raining outside. I’m holding my mother’s hand. I wonder through the galleries of the Palais de Tokyo, this contemporary art museum. I stop. I look up. A gray mass. An elephant. Not just any elephant, Würsa. Standing in its trunk in balance, it’s the work of Daniel Firman. I am amused and intrigued. It’s my first conscious interaction with what will later constantly stimulate and occupy my mind, art.