« Recyclable Objects, Do You Have a Soul…? »
« Any matter, if recyclable, becomes almost as precious as water.» PdP
Art, through its aesthetic capacities, its emotional appeal, its singular projections, and its conceptual eloquence, can become a key player in raising awareness about recycling.
From this junction, you enter the “ART OF SORTING”…
Crumbling, cracked, patched, abandoned, renovated, repainted, tagged, battered, pieced together, intertwined, swollen…; made of stone, cement, lime, plaster, bricks, concrete, in ruins or new…;
« EFFLUVES »
Taking a photo, capturing light, seizing a moment… In the game of these virtual possessions, there is one circumstance, and one alone, that sublimates this field of operation. It is when a woman offers herself to the lens of my camera.
This “offering”, with its impudent modesty, its aesthetic-sensual “play”, gives rise to a disturbance of plural enjoyment. The latent or declared eroticism that settles in radiates enchanting waves and makes the theatricality of this moment more than singular.
PREAMBLE
“To you, MARIANNE! To your beneficial waves! To your valiant vibrations! To the ideal of your unified field! To your liberating interactions! To your inspiring fractals! To your resonances in sfumatos! To your polarities of consciousness! To your gravitational energies! To your sovereign magnetism! To your forces of attraction! To your symbolic intricacies! To your confluence of times! To your benevolent intentional power! To your self-fulfilling predictions! To your charm coefficient! To your lyrical flights! To your poetic and dreamlike presence! To your resolutely fertile centrifugal nudity before History! To your fragile little tricolor flower taking root and being born in your womb!…”
