Arena Borealis

2008

Arenas or arenites are, in sedimentology, sands. This name is derived from the Latin "arena": the track on which circus games took place in Roman times, this surface was covered with sand. The seaside sand is still today also an "arena of play". For me, it is a privileged place where many things are inscribed. We see writings, drawings, sculptures according to what the sea, winds and currents are willing to reveal to us. The sand becomes, through its discourse, an area of communication that reverberates into an inner transformation. This sand is a link between the sea and me; it is a solid part that extends out of the sea and "reaches out" to better connect me to it. The color of the sand reveals its origin and the path traveled since the time when it was rock, it is its trace. It also knows how to keep the ephemeral trace of events that take place there every day and every night. Great symbol of passing time that slips through our fingers; implacable witness.

The Swallowing Eye — water memories — ugliness dries... finally

Metamorphic Flamenco — in the marrow... aye aye aye — before the recovery... by fire

Movements in the Formless — perceived trajectory

The Little Dots Are Bare — washing in the sun — before we die

Mineral Blood — great attraction

Breach in the Night of Time

Mask of San Lorenzo — tragic eyes — magnetic life... for night

Rooster in Seaweed — colorful cries and sonorous feathers... in all winds... again — at the sight of dawn... jumps... from rooster to sheep... to rooster... to