A Fragment from July
July 5, 2006.
From an old, undated note…
At the top of the page,
Not everything comes out the way that we
would want. With this way of painting, sometimes the painting tells things
I don’t want to hear. This one says, “Think about death because that’s
what you’re going to get.”
The page is continued
in pencil, evidently about a painting I don’t know which one :
And the painting told me—
We are fighting, Death and I. (That’s him
on the right, me on the left.) He is certainly bigger than I and has already
nearly done in the nymph (but the river flows out between his toes, he
cannot stop it despite himself). Yes, that river, see there the sperm in
its foaming rapids that gives life to my roots, and my blood flows up and
branches—yes, the male (that’s me with the red dot and the flames), and
the female (that’s her, the tree with the leaves and the fruit), and the
sun that blesses all, for which I reach. Yes, I spring out of the earth
and blossom and die. But the sun and the earth and the river, they go on.
The battle of life against death, of
renewal against time.
This painting--#1, September
might be the final stage of the painting in question…
everything is gone but the
menhir and the stream of sperm.