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…
“My mind leads me to speak of forms transformed into new bodies.
O gods, you who are also responsible for these changes, inspire my undertaking and accompany a song that goes without interruption from the first origin of the world to our day.
Before the sea, the earth and the sky that covers everything existed, nature in the entire universe had only one aspect, which was called Chaos.
It was a crude and confused mass, nothing more than an inert heap, a jumble of seeds of things, of divided and poorly joined elements.”
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