Taxidermy/ Taxidermie |
- A night spent playing a poetical version of Cadavre Exquis with fellow artist Constantin. October 2016
EXTRACTS:
38. Some rush in the mist- and a blink of the eyes in the falling rain, I stand shaking and blind and shaken 40. [...] yellow sudden orb – gods at a window teasing - and the flesh is wet & stinging 42. - green damp bushes shiver in the soft wind, […] 46. the night chants are evil to other ears- I see deep knots untwist and unfold- 50. [...] Her presence keeps me from designing an endless core for nostalgia- 54. [...] - But we are far away from a new dusk. It is only then, that things become real.» 62. and in the long long shades of the morning when blurry eyes try desperately to make sense of the world surrounding, the instant, the remembrance & when the crust/flakes drift slowly on a rejoiced bed acquaintance, an idea is born. 67. and epically, the city rises wet from the night. We had imagined colors in the dark. 73. The mind is stale & wants smthg new. It rolls in papers & projects & hits every street corner & again longs for the quiet times- 82. Flashbacks of car lights illuminating the streets & burning the eyes in Nightlife frenzy. 85. Lightning heat strikes the feverish friday slaves of boredom- lamp buzz fan motion dripping sweat slow death in the living quest. 93. We each have our own fantasy, our own personal nostalgia, our secret symbols & meanings... 95. Some beloved aesthetics are meant to be nurtured. 100. Her purr against me. The rush of the night. Lost in her wet infinity. Mouth half-opened to a secret smile. 106. Et je regarde la forme des immeubles dans le ciel, des coupures entre le sombre et le bleu étoilé, un mensonge et une vérité, […] 113. The dents in the boarded floors always capture the happenings in every best way- |