OUT OF THE BLUE
Inks, traces, and journal extract
2021-2022
And suddenly lake was sea. But it never stopped being lake. It happened unapologetically and from the soft rupture of my edges. Words like little waves both crushing and gaining in power against their dykes. The dykes were my constructions all along but the words crushing didn’t need me, they stormed and jumped at me, a colour golden and out of the blue. They must have seeped through the layers of what I thought I knew, like honey but fast. And colliding into meaning, galloping into me to free my views, that I only understood later, born out of themselves, the words fleshed themselves out and I suddenly said a lake is a sea, and it changed my world.
Then the lake came back, dark and still, but it waves on when I listen.
A TRIP / SCULPTING TEMPORALITIES, On the buried data in a biographic body, April 2021
Gestures from the Sensible body on flat fabrics are reshaped into three-dimensional sculptures. Sudden reincarnations. The friability of clay reflects a certain obsession with not freezing anything, not framing anything, but simply spending a moment with it, knowing that it will crumble over time. I am interested in the agglutination of temporalities in the body when perceived from the Sensitive mode. The internal human cinema defies any logic of time and gravity.
COME CLOSER, on Touching and Moving from the Sensible, February 2021
Today, I was standing by the window and longing for touch. My body felt as if it was held by its own desire like saliva at the corner of a mouth, I became the saliva.
