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Un jour si blanc
I was once told a story about a composer who wrote music about butterflies. Some years later, that same music was used in a documentary about elephants. I was also told that a title is almost always unreliable, often useless.
Un jour si blanc is the title of a CD.
I use this title.
Un jour si blanc begins in the studio as a place of search and constant possibilities between the visible and the invisible. It emerges from transformations and mistakes; from unconscious images. It is in the daily search that imaginary places are revealed, shaped by each moment's suggestions, in a process that has no end. The gesture that leads to the successive erasure of the surface and denounces the transparency of the material, is an attempt to reveal what cannot be seen, what appears to be hidden.
It is made of time, rhythm, shadows, and light.
Much light.
I was once told a story about a composer who wrote music about butterflies. Some years later, that same music was used in a documentary about elephants. I was also told that a title is almost always unreliable, often useless.
Un jour si blanc is the title of a CD.
I use this title.
Un jour si blanc begins in the studio as a place of search and constant possibilities between the visible and the invisible. It emerges from transformations and mistakes; from unconscious images. It is in the daily search that imaginary places are revealed, shaped by each moment's suggestions, in a process that has no end. The gesture that leads to the successive erasure of the surface and denounces the transparency of the material, is an attempt to reveal what cannot be seen, what appears to be hidden.
It is made of time, rhythm, shadows, and light.
Much light.