THE SCRIPTURES
1991 – 1992
The pleasure to say is different from the pleasure to show, to say in one’s own words, the words of your unique language. Those sentences of disenchantment that I had been pondering for some time, those solemn forebodings of “The end of desire”, may have found their source in the Moroccan slogans on the rocky mountains: “God, the King, the People”. A wish to cry out my personal truths the size of the landscape, to treat the words like physical bodies on the scale of their setting… Starting from my own handwriting, I made big wooden words, 50 to 100 cm tall, I put them together, covered them in reflective fabric (Scotchlight). At the time of shooting I used a powerful flash to turn them into ribbons of light.
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You have made your dreams come true. You have nothing left.
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What is it like, to reach the end of desire?
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One day we shall have experienced happiness
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One day you stop taking the effect for the cause and it all starts anew
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You knocked really hard and the door opened onto emptiness
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Fine words, friendship, love
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Not so very long ago we could play at scaring ourselves
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Do you believe that life has a finality?
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All the safeguards have fallen
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Diversity is not infinite, every journey comes to an end
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You had it, you didn't believe in it…
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You remember what you used to remember when the spring returned
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You walk on, opening drawers, one after the other, all are empty
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You ask for the time and no one answers
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Yes, it was all written down, black on white and perfectly accessible
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Can you refuse to understand something when you know it will mean losing everything?
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One day you wake up to the most beautiful landscape and all you want to do is go back to sleep
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One morning you find yourself not switching on the light and quietly pottering about in the half light
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Now, the shortest way is to be born again
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After so many deaths life has passed into sleep and into dreams
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Perhaps I will come back