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“The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but rather the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity. “ Glenn Gould
15 Thursday Sep 2022
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“The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but rather the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity. “ Glenn Gould
26 Sunday Jun 2022
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« Une des caractéristiques de l’art de Vermeer, comme peut-être de tout art, parvenu à un certain degré de noblesse, est de peindre des choses, et non des événements. Le monde que perçoit Vermeer n’est pas celui, muet à jamais, des événements insignifiants, mais celui de la matière, éternellement riche et vivante. L’anecdotique, pourrait-on dire, y a chassé l’anecdotique : le hasard d’un moment de la journée, dans une pièce où rien d’important ne se passe, apparaît comme l’essentiel d’un réel dont les événements apparemment notables constituent au contraire la part accessoire. De ce réel saisi par Vermeer le moi est absent, car le moi n’est qu’un événement parmi d’autres, comme eux muet et comme eux insignifiant. Il n’y a d’ailleurs pas d’autoportrait de Vermeer, et la biographie du peintre tient en dix lignes anodines. Cependant Vermeer semble bien s’être peint une fois, par un jeu de double miroir : dans cette toile sans nom précis, aujourd’hui appelée L’Atelier. Mais le dos, comme un peintre quelconque, qui pourrait être n’importe quelle autre personne occupée à sa toile. Rien, dans le costume, la taille, l’attitude du peintre, qui puisse être regardé comme signe distinctif, rien donc qui fasse état d’une complaisance quelconque du peintre à l’égard de sa propre personne. Dans le même temps cet « atelier », comme toutes les toiles de Vermeer, semble riche d’un bonheur d’exister qui irradie de toutes parts et saisit d’emblée le spectateur, et qui témoigne d’une jubilation perpétuelle au spectacle des choses : d’en juger par cet instant de bonheur, on se persuade aisément que celui qui a fait cela, s’il n’a fixé dans sa toile qu’un seul moment de sa joie, en eût fait volontiers autant de l’instant d’avant comme l’instant d’après. Seul le temps lui a manqué pour célébrer tous les instants et toutes les choses » . Cl. Rosset, Le réel et son double.
03 Wednesday Nov 2021
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inSo what happens to the sense, notion, and identity of your face dissolved and rearranged into pieces ?
Like the French artist Armelle Caron explores in her playful series “Everything Tidy” doing to cities what Ursus Wehrli does to art. Deconstructing the familiar grid representations into “tidy” graphic anagrams. Dissect the symbolism, analyze the message.
31 Monday May 2021
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Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
Walt Whitman
23 Sunday May 2021
You were asleep. I wake you.
The vast morning brings the illusion of a beginning.
You had forgotten Virgil. Here are the hexameters.
I bring you many things—
the four Greek elements: earth, water, fire, air;
a single name of a woman;
the friendship of the moon;
the bright colors of the atlas;
forgetting, which purifies;
memory, which chooses and rediscovers;
the habits which help us feel we are immortal;
the sphere and the hands that measure elusive time;
the fragrance of sandalwood;
the doubts that we call, not without some vanity, metaphysics;
the curve of the walking stick the hand anticipates;
the taste of grapes and of honey
Jorge Luis Borges
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06 Thursday May 2021
Die as much as necessary, without exceeding.
Regrow what is necessary from what is saved.
Wisława Szymborska
18 Sunday Apr 2021
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« Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds. »
Vladimir Nabokov
15 Thursday Apr 2021
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I’ve always been interested by the poetry of neglected shipyards, ugly railway sidings and wasteland, places of desolation and neglect. Because I knew inside of me that the outer world does not support us in continuity, the street is full of heterogeneous things, but we are helped in continuity by the unconscious, this inner order is the foundation of our psyche. Everything seems to come with bewildering in consequence from all its various layers….
This what my whole conceptual life is about ….lines drawn until they fade and fuse with the surface, creating spatial depth and this process of adding layers exploits these abstract interpretations of movement, sound, mutability and evanescent light. It is an investigation of our surrounding….exactly the way one must understand his own darkness/ light and complexity. Nothing in us ever remains quite uncontradicted.
04 Sunday Apr 2021
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03 Thursday Sep 2020
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The idea was to spend 4 min per object and create 3 series of 10 sculptures that tell a story with a continuous and spontaneous thread. It does not leave time for thinking, you have to create order within your own chaos as said Pierre Soulages: “ we are always being stalked by two things that are equally dangerous : order and disorder. Order can be sterile. Disorder productive. And vis versa. I like works which allow me to construct myself. And which construct me. Rilke said something I admire:”it submerges us. We organize it. But it falls to pieces. We organize it again and we ourselves fall to pieces”. “
3 shadows behind your phonograph
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