Nicolas Aubagnac
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Poetic writing
Memories of a walk in Sicily
Nature inspires, Nature provides.
A freshly picked almond, still green, with its downy skin and incredibly pure shape, like a pebble…
From this memory of a walk in Sicily, a tapestry project was born.
By preferring a jacquard weave, that is to say a mechanical one, I chose to abandon to a mechanical process the task of interpreting the original document.
For me, it was a way to welcome an element of randomness into my creative process.
From this "letting go" was born Mandorla, an "unidentified object" of incredible poetry that seems to float in the void of black woven from wool threads.
One tapestry can hide another…
On the reverse side of each tapestry, I had the first verses of Ovid's Latin poem, Metamorphoses, woven…
“I want to speak about bodies changed into new forms.
You, gods, since you are the ones who alter these, and all other things, inspire my attempt, and spin out a continuous thread of words, from the world's first origins to my own time.
Before there was earth or sea or the sky that covers everything, Nature appeared the same throughout the whole world: what we call chaos:
a raw confused mass, nothing but inert matter, badly combined discordant atoms of things, confused in the one place.”
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