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Morning Shadows
“I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber’s chair.”
Arthur Rimbaud
Evening Prayer, Seer Letters
Evening Prayer, Seer Letters
To stare straight at the sun and see, in diurnal night, a striking moment of eternity. This thought takes shape in the rising dawn glimpsed in the dying instant of a total eclipse of the sun.
And if the light that illuminates everything is also the light that blinds us due to its incandescence, the phantasmagory nature of the heavenly body that reigns over all creation is seemingly revealed as it meets the moon.
To inscribe the body — and work — on the other side of light appears to be the objective of someone who listens to that immemorial gust that invokes the circular voyage of a unique life.
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