L’ARMOIRE À BOÎTES DE COFFRES DES TRÉSORS DE L’UNIVERS*
2017, publication
text, paper, photography
pictures:
Pierre-Yves Delannoy
*the boxed wardrobe of the treasures of the univers
*der Schranck mit den Kisten der Schatzkammern des Universums
2017, publication
text, paper, photography
pictures:
Pierre-Yves Delannoy
*the boxed wardrobe of the treasures of the univers
*der Schranck mit den Kisten der Schatzkammern des Universums
to SUFFOCATE
(RESERVE) He wanted.
He didn't want to suffocate the world. He wanted to clarify it. He wanted to define it as best he could.
He didn't want to give it an end.
He wanted not to confuse the worlds, he wanted to make them visible. He wanted to glorify them.
He didn't want to confuse them. He didn't want to mix them up.
He wanted to make them visible to everyone. He wanted to make it a common good. He wanted to share them.
He wanted to translate them, offer them, spread them. He didn't want to distort them. He didn't want to blind them. He didn't want to forget them.
He didn't want to parcel them out.
He did not want to amputate or crush them. He wanted to order them to find them better.
He wanted to file them in order to read them better.
He didn't want to lose them. He wanted to keep them. He wanted to protect them. He wanted to preserve them. He didn't want to tear them.
He didn't want to divide them. He didn't want to impose himself. He wanted to be helpful. He wanted to love them even more. He wanted to give them everything.
He didn't want to lose the thread. He wanted to tidy up in order to find it easier.
He didn't mean to tell the truth. He just wanted to understand. He wanted to organize so as not to get lost. He wanted to find a safe route, a path without ambush. He didn't want to lie. He didn't want to derail. He didn't want to burn up. He didn't want to change reality.
He didn't want to betray his world. He wanted to describe it. He wanted to secure it.
He wanted to protect them. He wanted to comfort them. He wanted to reassure them. He wanted to show them the way.
He wanted to guide them. He wanted to make them happy. He didn't want to blind them.
Amnesia.
He wanted to drink a tomato. He wanted to cut orange juice. He wanted to talk to the foam. He wanted to write to the sky.
He wanted to run the fan. He wanted to eat a wind turbine. He wanted to download his heart.
He finally would have wanted to free himself.
He didn't want to suffocate the world. He wanted to clarify it. He wanted to define it as best he could.
He didn't want to give it an end.
He wanted not to confuse the worlds, he wanted to make them visible. He wanted to glorify them.
He didn't want to confuse them. He didn't want to mix them up.
He wanted to make them visible to everyone. He wanted to make it a common good. He wanted to share them.
He wanted to translate them, offer them, spread them. He didn't want to distort them. He didn't want to blind them. He didn't want to forget them.
He didn't want to parcel them out.
He did not want to amputate or crush them. He wanted to order them to find them better.
He wanted to file them in order to read them better.
He didn't want to lose them. He wanted to keep them. He wanted to protect them. He wanted to preserve them. He didn't want to tear them.
He didn't want to divide them. He didn't want to impose himself. He wanted to be helpful. He wanted to love them even more. He wanted to give them everything.
He didn't want to lose the thread. He wanted to tidy up in order to find it easier.
He didn't mean to tell the truth. He just wanted to understand. He wanted to organize so as not to get lost. He wanted to find a safe route, a path without ambush. He didn't want to lie. He didn't want to derail. He didn't want to burn up. He didn't want to change reality.
He didn't want to betray his world. He wanted to describe it. He wanted to secure it.
He wanted to protect them. He wanted to comfort them. He wanted to reassure them. He wanted to show them the way.
He wanted to guide them. He wanted to make them happy. He didn't want to blind them.
Amnesia.
He wanted to drink a tomato. He wanted to cut orange juice. He wanted to talk to the foam. He wanted to write to the sky.
He wanted to run the fan. He wanted to eat a wind turbine. He wanted to download his heart.
He finally would have wanted to free himself.
(english)
ÉTOUFFER
(RESERVE) Il voulait.
Il ne voulait pas étouffer le monde. Il voulait le clarifier. Il voulait le définir de son mieux.
Il ne voulait pas lui donner de fin.
Il voulait ne pas confondre les mondes, il voulait les donner à voir. Il voulait les magnifier.
Il ne voulait pas les confondre. Il ne voulait pas les mélanger.
Il voulait les rendre visible à tous. Il voulait en faire un bien commun. Il voulait les partager.
Il voulait les traduire, les offrir, les répandre. Il ne voulait pas les déformer. Il ne voulait pas les aveugler. Il ne voulait pas les oublier.
Il ne voulait pas les morceler. Il ne voulait pas les amputer, ni les écraser. Il voulait les ordonner pour mieux les trouver.
Il voulait les classer pour mieux les lire.
Il ne voulait pas les perdre. Il voulait les garder. Il voulait les protéger. Il voulait les préserver. Il ne voulait pas les déchirer.
Il ne voulait pas les diviser. Il ne voulait pas s’imposer. Il voulait rendre service. Il voulait les aimer encore plus. Il voulait tout leur donner.
Il ne voulait pas perdre le fil. Il voulait ranger pour mieux retrouver.
Il ne voulait pas dire la vérité. Il voulait juste comprendre. Il voulait organiser pour ne plus se perdre.
Il voulait trouver un itinéraire sûr, un chemin sans embusque.
Il ne voulait pas mentir. Il ne voulait pas dérailler. Il ne voulait pas s’emporter. Il ne voulait pas changer la réalité.
Il ne voulait pas trahir son monde. Il voulait le décrire. Il voulait le mettre en sécurité.
Il voulait les protéger. Il voulait les réconforter. Il voulait les rassurer. Il voulait leur montrer le chemin.
Il voulait les guider. Il voulait les rendre heureux. Il ne voulait pas les aveugler.
Amnésie.
Il voulait boire une tomate. Il voulait couper du jus d’orange. Il voulait parler à l’écume. Il voulait écrire au ciel.
Il voulait courir le ventilateur. Il voulait manger une éolienne. Il voulait télécharger son coeur.
Il aurait voulu enfin se libérer.
Il ne voulait pas étouffer le monde. Il voulait le clarifier. Il voulait le définir de son mieux.
Il ne voulait pas lui donner de fin.
Il voulait ne pas confondre les mondes, il voulait les donner à voir. Il voulait les magnifier.
Il ne voulait pas les confondre. Il ne voulait pas les mélanger.
Il voulait les rendre visible à tous. Il voulait en faire un bien commun. Il voulait les partager.
Il voulait les traduire, les offrir, les répandre. Il ne voulait pas les déformer. Il ne voulait pas les aveugler. Il ne voulait pas les oublier.
Il ne voulait pas les morceler. Il ne voulait pas les amputer, ni les écraser. Il voulait les ordonner pour mieux les trouver.
Il voulait les classer pour mieux les lire.
Il ne voulait pas les perdre. Il voulait les garder. Il voulait les protéger. Il voulait les préserver. Il ne voulait pas les déchirer.
Il ne voulait pas les diviser. Il ne voulait pas s’imposer. Il voulait rendre service. Il voulait les aimer encore plus. Il voulait tout leur donner.
Il ne voulait pas perdre le fil. Il voulait ranger pour mieux retrouver.
Il ne voulait pas dire la vérité. Il voulait juste comprendre. Il voulait organiser pour ne plus se perdre.
Il voulait trouver un itinéraire sûr, un chemin sans embusque.
Il ne voulait pas mentir. Il ne voulait pas dérailler. Il ne voulait pas s’emporter. Il ne voulait pas changer la réalité.
Il ne voulait pas trahir son monde. Il voulait le décrire. Il voulait le mettre en sécurité.
Il voulait les protéger. Il voulait les réconforter. Il voulait les rassurer. Il voulait leur montrer le chemin.
Il voulait les guider. Il voulait les rendre heureux. Il ne voulait pas les aveugler.
Amnésie.
Il voulait boire une tomate. Il voulait couper du jus d’orange. Il voulait parler à l’écume. Il voulait écrire au ciel.
Il voulait courir le ventilateur. Il voulait manger une éolienne. Il voulait télécharger son coeur.
Il aurait voulu enfin se libérer.
(français)
publication:
lexical field of the research:
in French, Spanish, German, English
in French, Spanish, German, English
definitions of the lexical field:
in French, Spanish, German, English
in French, Spanish, German, English
research on paper:
phographic work:
