CYCLOIDEA E- André and Michel Décosterd
Twenty-five minutes randomly make fascinating sounds chaotic. After a silence more or less turbulent, the structure of the infinite captures the attention of the viewer installed in the dark. Nothing is ever really the same but everything is so similar. A symphony of brilliant movements, a beauty trajectories. The impression of what could be eternity. Outside the circle, move closer to life than death. Consider that the Machine fled to an unknown which approximates more and more of ourselves. Facing the realization of man who created, grown or shrunk. The careful observation in a room full of emptiness. Him draw his own nothingness to lead to what is behind it. Tame its dials. Oscillate around the poetry of his spring. Wow errant desire of the protagonists. Meet all the needs of culture. Beg an needle at Goodwill, make him a clock and time. Produce a work that will spin through his eye. Open it to its history. Do not lose hope.
MONTH MULTI : for me the times (in and through him).
L. Langlois, March 1, 2011
Cod.Act
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