Write everyday, anything, everything, letters, words, numbers, signs, doodles. They are all lines, to decipher, certify, clarify, imagine, create a margin, a space, a place of investigation or escape, wander in mindful oblivion. The line, the rhyme, define a mind. Psycho – geography, map of thoughts, revolts or joyful somersaults. Endless territory with free boundaries. Advertisements
Tattoos are a permanent etching on the skin – like a scar or a line – even if nowadays we can remove most things ‘inconvenient’ ( not without some kind of trace). Today’s ‘modern’ society is one of impernamence – throw away – disposable. Most things are fleeting – the time mostly and interactions with everything. … More What was the question?
Words murmured in the air, on the tip of the tongue, heard, sung, are like clouds in the sky. Fluffy, dark, soft, fast or slow and immobile, silent, thundery, shouted, laughed. I love words and I love clouds. Roam in the clouds or meander in the pages of a book or have a go at filling … More For the love of language
The skin, a shell a sheet, a geography and landscape to discover as much through the touch and running of fingers than through proprioception, and the perception and interaction with the elements, movement physical activities. Emotions and feelings, are non tangible yet oh so palpable we can pick up on them, even from the outside … More The sky, the other ocean, within.
The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it. Marcel Proust Everything or mostly, is relative and subjective. Time too is relative. Time has a tension to it, it can be elastic, stretched and shrunk. “But, time is set … More Timing and taming the landscape
When I started taking landscape photographs, the focus was most often on the sky I had my head in the clouds, my gaze upwards. There was always a lot of negative space as I was often told. Sure, there is no denying about it. It gave me a new found childlike amazement of the world … More That negative space, oh so positive.
We can loose ourselves, run away from ourselves in travels and we can find ourselves. We can also slowly but surely let go of the many layers we have have been clothed with, or clothed ourselves with, willingly, consciously or not. Traveling consciously sharpens our Xray eyes set upon the world but most importantly on … More Les voyages déshabillent.