SPECIAL PROJECTS
Le ciel de ma Mémoire
To the particular charm of marks left by time, to the signs of time’s passage. The natural rust of time, the charm of the aged, the seal of time. Dead object, absence of time. Essence and potential.
The moon shines coldly. The silent field.
An old monastery. A butterfly flies.
A wolf howls. She is asleep.
The full moon. The dew.
Barely touches in its course Small droplets
the tiles grazing the water. On the plum thorns.
