Lines, leaks or horizons, musical and narrative, geometric, lines of cut, paths, perspectives .... The line is a guide that one follows from the look and the step, which rhythm and connects at the same time. We go through it. On the other hand, it makes sense.
... What do they hide and what directions do they indicate ?. The architects would speak of all the plans that it indicates, of the fifth facade that one can only see from the sky. Planners could describe those that connect spaces and territories. Travelers would not speak of vanishing lines, but of new horizons. The philosophers would evoke the perspectives to open on the world. For my part, the line invites me to draw with ink and paper, pushes me to give shape to my small interior revolutions by developing the volumes around lines like so many sharp edges. She talks about red thread, flight and infinity ....
Gaston Bachelard wrote in Air and dreams: "At its birth, in its rise, the image is in us the subject of the verb to imagine - and not its complement, the world comes to imagine itself in human reverie." Let's dream, let's take flight ... Let's dream of all we can guess behind the forms: dream of lines climbing up to the sky, having the lightness of a tightrope walker, catching a shadow , to return to a picture, let us capture in our eyes everything that is fleeting and gives relief to the world.
