Reminiscence
Reminiscence
Adventure is hung around the neck of its rival
love whose gaze finds or loses itself
in place of deserted or populated eyes.
All the adventures of the human face
cries without echoes signs of the dead time outside memory
so many beautiful faces so beautiful
that tears hide themselves
so many eyes as sure of their night
as lovers dying together
so many kisses under rock and so much water without clouds
apparitions spill from eternal absences
everything was worthy of love
treasures are walls and their shadows are blind
and love is in the world so that the world may forget.
Paul Eluard
Knowledge forbidden
They are departed, but in these places
those who stay try to keep their trace.
This trace vanishes in turn,
washed, altered by time, wearing out under the surface.
Seizing the moment when the missing fades again,
we regain their image, understand their fragility
and bring them back to us.
And here they reappear,
benevolent, restless,
serene or disturbing.
Going up the time line,
we place ourselves outside time
and bring the past back into visible space.
Feelings can then mingle, theirs, ours,
in a moving dialogue.
those who stay try to keep their trace.
This trace vanishes in turn,
washed, altered by time, wearing out under the surface.
Seizing the moment when the missing fades again,
we regain their image, understand their fragility
and bring them back to us.
And here they reappear,
benevolent, restless,
serene or disturbing.
Going up the time line,
we place ourselves outside time
and bring the past back into visible space.
Feelings can then mingle, theirs, ours,
in a moving dialogue.
Ongoing work. Each piece is unique.