I currently work a lot on paper, the Yupo hydrofuge (which is a non-absorbent water color paper), or the Fabriano paper (which is very thick and absorbant). Each paper’s reaction feeds my plastic exploration.
On paper, there is no possible repentance, no possible self correction or editing. I like this constraint. You learn of life itself by accepting things rather than obliterating them. I don’t like the eraser …
I want to find solutions with what is !
The donkey’s got his head , and his head is baroque
Without purpose, he’s open to all adventures, to the unexpected,
To the non-sense…
He is not walking (moving forward), he’s drifting (wandering).
Stranger, whose sail has so long skirted our coasts
(and we sometimes hear the cry of your pulleys at night),
Will you tell us what is your illness, and who leads you, one evening of greater lukewarmness, to gain a foothold among us on customary land?
Camped on the hillsides near the village are fields of mimosa. During the gathering season, it may happen that, some distance away, you meet an extremely sweet smelling girl whose arms have been busy during the day among the fragile branches. Like a lamp with a bright nimbus of perfume, she goes her way, her back to the setting sun.
To speak to her would be sacrilege.
The grass crushed beneath her slippers. Give her right of way. You may be lucky enough to make out on her lips the chimaera of the damp of Night.