ce jour là, je peins...
Publié le 13 Novembre 2006
... cette personne dont il émane une grande maîtrise. J'ai l'impression qu'elle tient la Transilienne plume en équlibre et n'ose pas le moindre inclinaison de la tête ni inclination de l'âme.
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"Painted subway tickets, each painted while commuting on the Paris métro. An attempt to capture the glance, the gaze, the stare of my fellow passengers and travelling companions for so brief a moment. I would like to keep a picture of these unknown faces in my mind forever but, as time passes, the memory fades until all that remains is a little paint on a small cardboard ticket: a tiny reminder of a fleeting moment when two paths crossed."
/image%2F0911679%2F20181024%2Fob_b9ff26_scan-497.jpeg "\"Painted subway tickets, each painted while commuting on the Paris métro. An attempt to capture the glance, the gaze, the stare of my fellow passengers and travelling companions for so brief a moment.
I would like to keep a picture of these unknown faces in my mind forever but, as time passes, the memory fades until all that remains is a little paint on a small cardboard ticket: a tiny reminder of a fleeting moment when two paths crossed.\"")
Publié le 13 Novembre 2006