In Calls air
I found a few survivors of a series that springs out of my hand so as spontaneous as Cannes and Calame. This series of stick-to-head is born of the image produced by my hand on the stick-to-head of the African griots. At the time, I gave this series the name Sticks headed storyteller s. I still have very few copies. I extended this series to another that I named Men-trees. should I seek If I owned a few digital copies somewhere.
Otherwise, the next few days I'll have to produce a new series to illustrate the regular columns Calls for Air. The desire is there and there, I never work without envy. Work at home is programmed as the intervention of a program written in my genetic heritage, without connection whatsoever with any social or moral coercion or physical.
Deale Esq., Confessions Workshop .
What I 'm evokes
What is the result of a work, drawing the last of a series, the last page of a book, the last image of a movie?
we know, that's all.
Time flows from source, it never ceases to end, you end up just by completing a form that has its own rhythm. Then reborn then again, elsewhere, otherwise, always drawing from the same source. If the Gulf Stream underground mobile, a map of space-body, this area in lieu of Geography, memory. Our living space.
The first, the only, the vital territory, yes, disregarded all these corners.
think I do not travel as much as in this space, I believe almost nothing of this space know that.
Teaching should focus first and foremost to its fluids that run through us from head to foot.
Reminder of youth.
And many other things this painting, a sort of messenger, too.
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