1. I walk through the city
Tant que je marche, je ne fais rien d'autre. Je parcours la ville en ne pensant à rien que ce qui est autour de moi, comme une parenthèse dans l'existence, comme s'il fallait absolument que je savoure le moindre instant comme un trésor. Une voiture rouge essaie de gravir une pente et recommence sans arrêt. Personne ne sait si elle y arrivera un jour, la boucle semble infinie. Le nuage de poussière soulevé par la voiture se rabat avec le vent; la route s'en va petit à petit, mais nous y demeurons. Le spectacle éphémère dont nous sommes les acteurs se clôt et recommence imperceptiblement.
2. The Rose Garden
I observe all angles an old rose garden returned to the wild. The wood pink, twisted tree decomposes into the ends of slender branches which enthroned a few flower and fleshy fruit. Symbol carnal and sensual with a magical presence, I see life to build, climb into the sky and hatch. With the sweet languor that fills me, who becomes a sensation, I intentionally prolong a moment to extract and try to keep it. The rose garden looks set to thrive in a dream of tender kisses and steamy. It remains impenetrable and inextricable, it is unreal and yet sensitive, like a hallucination.
3. The mirror of reality
I must look at the most mundane things in a mirror so I could see in a new light and to discover their beauty always unexpected. As if the time it takes for light to travel the distance between reality and its image was enough to erase a look coercive, injunction or occupancy of the space-time supposed to be blank. The moments that flow is not sufficient for me to fully appreciate the wealth. So I take what comes with love and melancholy. The written fleeting moments, lasting only a feeling, then they die and are trampled, forget it.
Eric, Brussels & ty, 01/011
Note: The red car is from a video of Francis Alÿs, exposed to Wiel's in Brussels, (12/010-01/011)
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