It is a rainy day, there’s no one in the forest. My right retina as a lens of camera shoots this scene. Left retina memorises this time. I remember that Roland Barthes called it “the punctum”, and also the testimony of life beyond that moment. In the forest, there’s nothing (but).
When I’m sitting on the stairs of my apartment, I find some glittering bright flying objects in the night sky. These are not stars, it’s clear. “L’Étranger” may be looking at me from outer space. I wonder he can identify our strange sphere. And I’m thinking about “L’Étranger” drifting in the dark.
I’m not good at calculations. I don’t know how many coins are in my pocket. I don’t remember how many people encountered yesterday. Numbers are doomed to oblivion.
Artist’s statement: I’m always creating the collages like “Automatic writing”. Putting pics of roses, creeks and chimneys on watercolour papers. Painting Liquitex gels and linseed oil on these. When I fall asleep, they spend the night to wait for the other stories. In the morning light, I paste the unknown actors of the untitled movies on roses, creeks and chimneys…. [read this]
Capturing the ephemeral moments. Assembling the memories into an album. As time goes by, the remains will become the layer of soil. Preferably returning to one little tree someday.
Artist’s statement: I think the collages are poetry without words. Sometimes I contribute my collages with my poems to poetry magazines, or publish on my site. My collages are made by ephemera, washi, watercolour, charcoal and screenprint on paper. ailes de la chanson #1, ailes de la chanson #2, under the weather and telepathic savarin were originally published on the… [read this]