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'I Hate My Superego' by Sylvie Hayes-Wallace at In extenso, Clermont-Ferrand

Sitting on a concrete beach in Marseille, Sylvie spoke about her obsession with celebrity home tours — think MTV Cribs or Architectural Digest videos — and most notably, Cara Delevingne’s “vagina tunnel” that the model crawls through when home alone to be “rebirthed and cleansed” (1). This conversation has summarized the majority of my discussions with Sylvie, almost all of which have centered around interiors, bodies, femininity, self-care, pop culture and, of course, the absurdity of it all. A few weeks after this conversation, she gave me a home/studio tour, not of her actual home in New York, but of the Chalet Lecoq in Clermont-Ferrand where she has been living and working for the last eight weeks. Crossing the threshold of the main entrance that leads directly into the studio, instead of saying “welcome to my crib” like many a celebrity in the early aughts, she could easily have said “welcome to my brain,” because her work is precisely that: an exposure of her cage of interiority. 

One must not be fooled though: Sylvie Hayes-Wallace is a gatekeeper (2). Quite literally because to access the Chalet Lecoq which is located in a city park closed to the public after 9 pm she has to open a gigantic iron gate with an electronic key that only few obtain, but also because her laying bare of her intimacy is hardly a diaristic regurgitation: it is done with a neurotic precision of withholding. For the exhibition “I Hate My Superego”, Sylvie has imagined a new form of portraiture creating a sculptural depiction of what one could imagine as her superego entitled My Dictator

The work is almost aggressively salacious, not only because of the pornographic images in which vulvas have been covered by computer generated glitter bombs, but also because the column itself feels like a scantily clad secret. Fissured and covered in hardware, it stands erect (yet precariously) with cut outs in each corner through which we can peep to get a glimpse of Sylvie’s way of unraveling — or reinforcing? — the relationships between the exterior and the interior. The architecture of the self thus takes on a truly physical dimension — the width is determined by the width of the artist’s own body — while the voice of the artist’s superego fragments it. 

My Dictator feels like a love child of Lee Lozano’s idea for Companion Piece (1969) for which she wrote “toss your own printed matter on top of [a] pile and keep it on top of the pile;” and Isa Genzken’s Little Crazy Column (2002) in its handmade “full of cracks” craziness (3). Except instead of a pile, Sylvie erected her own printed matter — including everything from bills to self-help listicles, time logs, to do lists, passport renewal forms, photos, and cut up dollar bills, to name a few — into a huge, insane column. “Finally finished…Looking at all of these makes me realize I’m insane lol,” the artist wrote to me at 1 am on September 20th when the work was completed. I laughed when I realized the voice was none other than that of her dictator.  

We all have these dictators, voices inside of our heads that both critique and praise us, and Sylvie’s work gives a spatial reality to these internal thoughts. For Cage (Head) #4 (08/05/23 - 09/30/23), she returned to her usual visual language in which she creates cages based on the dimensions of her head, this time in thick, painted glass. Based on her urban surroundings in Clermont-Ferrand and the accent wall of her bedroom at the Chalet, the glass cage feels like an ode to brain fog, or the dizzying sensation of navigating new, foreign spaces and languages, and how, in turn, they alter our self-perception.  

“I seek my hot depths in the hot exteriority of the other (4).” Sylvie shared this quote from Luce Irigaray’s book To Be Two, which feels like a burning truth. Sylvie’s impulse to connect with herself through a selective exposure to the other feels almost like a game of seduction in which the seducer entices the other to reinforce their own sexiness — and this is far from a pejorative statement. In Cincinnati — an image of a car framed in a truly Sylvie way — the word sexy, and other assertive bumper stickers embellish a caravan, recalling any kind of branding that feels like a negotiation with one’s inner critic/inner praiser.

To go deeper, one can descend into the basement, where the artist has plastered the floor with credit card statements (Freedom (Over Me)). Each statement reveals the artist’s expenditures, leading us to question if we can fully comprehend a person simply through their bank statements. (I think of my bank teller and cringe). Instead of imagining that we are holding a magnifying glass, squinting one eye, and investigating Sylvie as a person, I see this self-exposure as a larger unveiling of how absurd and disorienting it is to navigate our neoliberal world. 

How should you situate yourself in regards to all of this? As a voyeur, an empathizer, intruder, seducer, seduced? I prefer to consider us all as accomplices, witnesses of an event that surpasses the deeply personal, taking root in a larger, complex world controlled by superegos and a desire to connect. Albeit architectural and almost archival, every work in “I Hate My Superego” feels like a fine print production: a non-attentive eye could wrongfully confuse Sylvie’s understanding of our unstable society for an auto-curious, indexical frenzy. 

1. See

2. Gatekeeping is the activity of controlling and usually limiting access to something. 

3.  Svea Bräunert, Spotlight Essay: Isa Genzken, Kemper Art Museum,

4.  Luce Irigaray, To Be Two, Routledge, 2001, p. 55 

— Katia Porro

29.9.23 — 11.11.23

Curated by Katia Porro

Photo by Antoine Beaucourt

In extenso

'ABSINTHE', Group Show Curated by PLAGUE at Smena, Kazan

'Pupila' by Elizabeth Burmann Littin at Two seven two gallery, Toronto

'Auxiliary Lights' by Kai Philip Trausenegger at Bildraum 07, Vienna

'Inferno' by Matthew Tully Dugan at Lomex, New York

'Зamok', Off-Site Group Project at dentistry Dr. Blumkin, Moscow

'Dog, No Leash', Group Show at Spazio Orr, Brescia

'Syllables in Heart' by Thomas Bremerstent at Salgshallen, Oslo

'Out-of-place artifact', Off-Site Project by Artem Briukhov in Birsk Fortress, Bi

'Gardening' by Daniel Drabek at Toni Areal, Zurich

'HALF TRUTHS', Group Show at Hackney Road, E2 8ET, London

'Unknown Unknowns' by Christian Roncea at West End, The Hague

'Thinking About Things That Are Thinking' by Nicolás Lamas at Meessen De Clercq,

‘Funny / Sad’, Group Show by Ian Bruner, Don Elektro & Halo, curated by Rhizome P

'Don’t Die', Group Show at No Gallery, New York

'Almost Begin' by Bronson Smillie at Afternoon Projects, Vancouver

'I'll Carry Your Heart's Gray Wing with a Trembling Hand to My Old Age', Group Sh

'hapy like a fly' by Clément Courgeon at Colette Mariana, Barcelona

'Fear of the Dark' by Jack Evans at Soup, London

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