A visit into "the Boves" (caves) of Arras (in the north of France) where my imagination was confronted with the substance down there to produce pictures out of the mineral. It is a spontanuous conversation between my vision and the underground structures that was developped into an interpretation that goes against the historical context of the place. What is a cave but a deep space carved into the earth? a void to be filled by some imagination ; a dream produced by the stone.
“Comment reconnaître plus clairement que la matière possède une pensée, une rêverie, et qu’elle ne se borne pas à venir penser en nous, rêver en nous, souffrir en nous?” Gaston Bachelard, L’Eau et les Rêves.
Huge thanks dear Marianne as it was your idea to go there.