We could say we started together.
Your first exhibition in your gallery. And my first exhibition with my companions from Beaux Arts.
At the time I was painting! Then I evolve and you follow me, you encourage me.
Collages, drawings, sculptures. The materials change; resin, cloth.
Then I move to another Studio.
The new place is big, I find my work so so small…
I want to produce larger, more expensive things!
I lose my “thread” (you pick back where you left yours).
I achieve nothing.
I watch from my window day after day, the construction of a new building on the other side of the street.
One day, one week, three months. I have lost track of time.
I look at a bunch of cardboard boxes that I have kept since I last moved in, they wink at me.
A little girl playing, a string and cardboard, big ones!
Everything is already here at hand’s reach.
You just need to pace yourself.
I am finding my path in the woods again.
Or my thread, if you prefer.
Paris, January 30, 2014