Pondering the passage of time I follow paths of reflection into a world of cloud-trees, hour-glasses and time-stealers.
Like threads and droplets, time passes within and around forms cut out of paper.
Perched in the sky, time takes root, giving birth to cloud-trees…whose leaves become hands, the hands of the time-stealers.
Time takes flight, catches us up, runs away, flows… Drop by drop, it invades the page. A break in the clouds brings a moment of rest in our nomad lives of unceasing movement.
We need somewhere to shelter, to protect ourselves.
Narrative images, painted, drawn or cut out and imposed on canvas or on paper; different techniques superimposed on each other (oil paints, ink, crayon, paper collage) while each layer remains distinct. The traces of time cover the traces of the past.
Draw closer and discover a text, a thread, a drawing unnoticed in a corner of an image.