Espace A Vendre, Nice
"One enters the work of Stéphane Steiner rather in the same way as, at 11, Rue Simon Crubelier in Paris, doors open onto totally divergent worlds, where the private stories that are played out are no more likely to meet than the actors who animate them are to take the paths that lead to the communal areas.
Moving around this virtual building, one is quickly overcome by a feeling of euphoria brought on by the diversity of visual propositions: installations representing hypothetical industrial sites; schematic drawings of interiors artfully scribbled on the backs of crumpled posters; the same drawings in a luxury version neatly displayed on a screen; barely detectable snail trails on the exhibition walls; ants invading the clinical spaces of contemporary art; academic-style drawings of inexplicably hairy objects; photographs of topsy-turvy bars; cartoons in India ink with a tortured and anaemic Mickey Mouse as the guest star; pornographic images of luscious mutants — you name it, they’ve got it. The impression one has after going through all this is not so different from the stunned state that follows a ride on Space Mountain, to which can be added a kind of floating feeling that gradually gives way to doubt. Have we missed the point of this fragmented whole? Did we lose a few neurones on the way? No, really, there’s something funny about all this.