Folded

The bodies, carried by their sleep, mingle. The cotton canvas denies painting and takes on the appearance of skin. In the folds... the interstice of their flesh. Between them, intimate fabrics of lies slip in. The heavy fabric rolls the bodies on the ground, even confuses them. The gaze seeks and finds all the substance of ignorance by mutilating these naked bodies. It is the ignorance of a preserved secret.

The gaze seeks its way in the folds of the canvas but it gets lost, deceived and makes the truth of what it is able to see.

Vision refers to the most tactile senses, to the common experience of a permanent inner home.