Infinite Spine #7

I did this part of the infinite Column thinking about the Persian carpets I used to have at home when I was growing up. They were among my mother’s most cherished possessions. I bought one the other day at the flea market, it cost close to nothing whereas back home they used to cost a …

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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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Infinite Spine #6

Infinite Spine no.6 (50X65cm, oil pastel on paper) Before moving together in a house outside the city (as graphic designers working from home, we thought it would be a great opportunity to live closer to nature), I didn’t know that he had a passion for eating snakes. If he happened to find a small one …

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The hyena

She knew that I would do anything for her, that my love and obedience were limitless. We used to live in the country side back then, as she had all these strange ideas about personal development and reconnection to nature. We even had a small garden, mind you, we cultivated mostly flowers, but also some …

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Fifty years

We were unhappy together, but our love was bigger than our misery. We spent fifty years mocking the temptation to leave each other by saying “After this winter, we will separate, we will find new lovers, and after a while come back towards each other as good old friends, without bitterness nor remorse, we will …

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Infinite Spine #5

  My bones are filled with cold white foam, as in winter my flat is so cold. Maybe it’s because the street I live on is rainier than all the other streets in this city. Today I met a beautiful woman with a long scar descending from the base of her neck down to her …

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Infinite Spine #4

Infinite Spine no.4 (50X65cm, ink and oil pastel on paper) Today I photographed a girl with long hair the colour of tobacco and lavender-white skin. She told me that her most valuable possession is the brain of one of her great-grandfathers, conserved for almost one hundred years in a formol solution. “During his lifetime he …

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Infinite Spine #3

Infinite Spine no.3 (50X65cm, pencil, gouache, ink and collage on paper) It’s so restful to draw. To leave the photo studio for a little bit and just spend an hour in front of the white paper. It rests my mind and concentrates my hand. In the photo studio I must do so many things in …

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Infinite Spine #2

I like: -          To draw every day an episode of my infinite spine (here is the second one, yay!) -          To buy old baroque frames from the flea market and repaint them in gold -          To have green plants at home -          Clean white towels (especialy when the cotton is a little bit rough) -          …

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