SENECA Roland.
Let the winds carry me away.
Fata Morgana
Regular price
€19,00
| N° d'inventaire | 25680 |
| Format | 17 x 24 |
| Détails | 88 p., black and white illustrations, paperback with flaps. |
| Publication | 2022 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782377921041 |
"leave nothing to death"
Georges Perros told me.
But the skeleton
belongs to him
from the first day.
The organic edifices and the piercing verb face each other once again: the gaze is lost in the compositions – fragments of the living, filled with fury, longing for serenity – and the mind touches upon, thanks to a few words dropped like clues, the precious truth. If the presence of neither elucidates the mystery of the other, together they offer a new sign to invest, a step closer to the dream. From the drawings the flesh explodes, springs forth, in masses of fibers, bulbs and bony roots, the words, for their part, hold lightness, are a wink to life, to the body and its surroundings. This enigmatic, intensely poetic work draws the reader towards the imagination: on each page, a drawing and a few lines end up reviving the deep spirit, bringing out the essential.
Georges Perros told me.
But the skeleton
belongs to him
from the first day.
The organic edifices and the piercing verb face each other once again: the gaze is lost in the compositions – fragments of the living, filled with fury, longing for serenity – and the mind touches upon, thanks to a few words dropped like clues, the precious truth. If the presence of neither elucidates the mystery of the other, together they offer a new sign to invest, a step closer to the dream. From the drawings the flesh explodes, springs forth, in masses of fibers, bulbs and bony roots, the words, for their part, hold lightness, are a wink to life, to the body and its surroundings. This enigmatic, intensely poetic work draws the reader towards the imagination: on each page, a drawing and a few lines end up reviving the deep spirit, bringing out the essential.
Georges Perros told me.
But the skeleton
belongs to him
from the first day.
The organic edifices and the piercing verb face each other once again: the gaze is lost in the compositions – fragments of the living, filled with fury, longing for serenity – and the mind touches upon, thanks to a few words dropped like clues, the precious truth. If the presence of neither elucidates the mystery of the other, together they offer a new sign to invest, a step closer to the dream. From the drawings the flesh explodes, springs forth, in masses of fibers, bulbs and bony roots, the words, for their part, hold lightness, are a wink to life, to the body and its surroundings. This enigmatic, intensely poetic work draws the reader towards the imagination: on each page, a drawing and a few lines end up reviving the deep spirit, bringing out the essential.