“If you were”… is a sentence full of promises, an easy trip to the land where everything is possible. It is the revelation or the wish of what is in the golden egg.
Tonight, around the golden egg, with the artclub, we are going deeper on what we would be if we were… You are what touches you not what you think you are. The aim is to learn to know each other deeper than the surface by creating a palette of answers to the question “if you were a form of art”. I will illustrate all questions with answering with my poetries in French.
If you were a dance or a music.
Would you be a Jiří Kylián dance, a Gregorian sacred chant, the Mozart – Violin Concerto No.4, the melancholic sound of the Saxophone or of the klarinet whisper, a Gypsie music improvisation or Bach music played by Jazz men ?
If I was a dance, I would be a Tango invitation
Invitation
If I was a sculpture, I would be an Archer of stone with a beating heart (HERAKLES, Temple of Athena Aphaia at Aegina)
L’archer
Façonné dans la Pierre ou bien simplement vivant? Ses doigts sont fins et présagent de douces caresses. Son corps est musclé et son visage presque juvénile. Troublée, je ne cesse de l’observer. Je redoute qu’il me surprenne et qu’il tourne ses yeux vers moi… sans même bouger la tête. L’archer est concentré sur une cible invisible, depuis des milliers d’années. Et pourtant, je sens qu’il y a sous la Pierre un cœur qui bat.
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If you were a letter of the alphabet.
Would you be the X showing and choosing a direction like on a treasure map? The flexible Z or S free to fly away? The dark blue Q? The balance introvert and extrovert G or the small g? The graceful J? The happy R? The extendible I? The O without begin nor end and less perfect than a circle? Or the Ω open and firm?
If I was a letter of the alphabet, I would be the W
W
Oscillations parfaites.
Androgyne dans l’immobilité.
Harmonie des contraires.
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If you were a flower, a plant or a tree, which one would you be?
I would be a flower, a Wild Iris. The Wild Iris (Iris Japonica) guarding the temple and its 9 red Torii doors.
Iris Sauvage
J’ai franchi la porte rouge qui mène à l’autre monde. Sur le chemin, j’ai traversé une autre porte, puis une autre et encore… Je m’enfonçais toujours plus profond dans ce santuaire intemporel. L’iris sauvage m’a appelé au bord du chemin. Je l’ai contemplé, plus belle que jamais. J’ai tendu mes doigts vers elle voulant l’éffleurer. Mais l’écho de sa voix m’a traversé pour me dire sa puissance immortelle et sa cruauté de vivre. Un ras de marée invisible m’a ramené sur le chemin. J’en tremble encore.
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If you were only two colors painted together, which two would you be?
Would you a combination with white: White&Blue, White&Yellow or Black&White? Would you be earth or sand tones? Would you be shades or blue or the royal Blue&Gold duo? The contrasting Orange-Turquoise or Pink-Turquoise? Or the complementary Red-Green colors?
If I was two colors, I would be Black and Turquoise. The color of the old man and its black stallion running on the white sand and plunging together in the turquoise of the refreshing Caribbean Sea.
If you were marks in the sand, what would you be?
Would you be a circle? Or infinite drawn lines or a subtle line of 3km? Light bird footsteps or that from bigger animals? Would you be the trace of a tractor leaving a poetry behind? Or sand ribbons created by the wind? Or sand gathered at the feet of an herb tuft? Would you be an air bubbles shell hole? Would you be a heart with an arrow or stones gathered in the sand?
If I was marks in the sand, I would be bare feet footsteps disappearing in the sea.
Pas
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If you were a chemical or an element, which would you be?
If I was a chemical, I would be the Vitriol of the alchemists. V.I.T.R.I.O.L vitriol stands for “Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem,” “Visit the interior of the earth and rectifying (purifying) you will find the hidden stone.”
If you were a moment in the day, when would you be?
If I was a moment in the day, I would be the Dawn. The Dawn of the second day of summer, the dawn preceding the night celebration of St John around the blooming fire.
Aurore
Hélène (facilitator of meaning)
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