Dragon Dormant

One winter evening when I was living in Stockholm, at around 5PM when the infinite night was already well settled, I was reading in my little room I was renting in a Jesuit residency on the island of Lidingö. I was quite happy there; the house was warm and at a walking distance from a …

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A big cup of hot black coffee

I went to my friend’s house for a late-morning coffee. Though the previous evening I had only had one glass of wine, I had a tremendous headache, so I was actually in quite a desperate need for a big cup of hot black coffee. I bought some strawberry biscuits from a bakery and arrived at …

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Queuing politely for fresh fish

Some years ago I received by mail an invitation to participate with a number of works to a future conceptual art show organised in homage to Renaissance Flemish painting. A modest check was accompanying the invitation letter, to cover the expenses of my canvases and their transport to the exhibition. Thought the pseudo-intellectual presentation of …

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A being of incandescent light

Before she fell sick, love and despair were just pure intellectual exercises for her. But one day she took the metro to go to the city, to sell a 17th century Hebrew-Latin dictionary to an antique dealer she knew, and some street before arriving to his shop, she felt dizzy and fell. A stranger approached …

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Pietà

Pietà (19 October 2014, with Ana and Timothée) Today I like: Wearing behind my ears a little bit of cheap vanilla perfume made in Guadeloupe (5 euro a 100ml bottle, it lasts forever and smells like happiness) Sweet potato chips The woollen carpet I found for free on the street, reminding me of the ones …

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The clay lover

A nice-looking woman, always perfectly groomed and dressed, lived upstairs from us. You could feel her perfume for one hour after she passed on the staircase. We sometimes invited her for coffee or a glass of wine, and she was always bringing us a present, like for example limited editions of Kusmi tea, which she …

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White Stones

    Some years ago I fell deeply in love with a handsome artist who was earning a living as a manager of a book shop which also served coffee and tea and organic sandwiches at lunch. He had sublime skin and a very profound gaze, when you were talking to him you felt the …

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The smell of rain

Sometimes when it was raining, I would take my umbrella and go walk near the ocean, close to Taputeranga Island. I loved going there when it was raining because the water smelled like fresh seaweed and the waves were pearl-white. Through the curtain of water the little island sometimes looked alive, almost moving, and I …

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Taoist Yoga

When I was living in Wellington, working with great difficulty on my doctoral thesis, I started to practice Taoist yoga in a small studio improvised in a desacralized church off Kelburn Parade, which also hosted a printmaker’s atelier and two offices. I trained there regularly for several months, and when I came to the conclusion …

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The Great Wave

Once my lover wanted to surprise me pleasantly with his musical skills, and invited me for a walk on the beach. The sky was low heavy with thunders, but we didn’t feel menaced by the approaching storm, and it wasn’t yet raining. The air was warm and smelling like seaweed, the tide was not too …

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