quilts // clay // color // photography // misc.
surface // incorporeal // time
“Just as when one move toward an object, I believe I am making it come closer, but it is the one that understands me. Invisible and outside of being, it perceives me and sustains me in being. Itself, I perceive it, an unjustifiable chimera if I were not there, I perceive it, not in the vision I have of it, but in the vision and the knowledge it has of me. I am seen. Beneath this glance, I commit myself to a passivity which, rather than diminishing me, makes me real.”
Maurice Blanchot - Thomas the Obscure
This is a short story about one of my journeys to the northern forests. Although I was on my own, I felt a strong presence all around me every time I was wandering in the woods. It was neither welcoming nor hostile, but rather powerful and encapsulating, as if I was being watched by relentless eyes. June 2021
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