#8- An encouraging exhibit / Une expo encourageante
We just finished the "Pour l'amour du fil" show in Nantes and as I was very busy with the preparations for this show, I have a lot of work backlog.
The show was kind of a success: excellent feedback, much interest expressed.
I worked all the first half of April in a concentrated way on my series "each their own life" that I presented at the show.
The first 5 cathedrals were shown together for the first time.
So my 6th cathedral is still in limbo.
But I am also advancing my "Neighborhoods" series.
Nous venons juste de clore le salon “Pour l’amour du fil” à Nantes et comme j’ai été très occupée par les préparatifs de ce salon, j’ai beaucoup de travail en retard.
Ce salon est plutôt un succès: très bons retours, beaucoup d’intérêt.
J’ai travaillé toute la première moitié d’avril de façon concentrée sur ma série “chacun sa vie, chacun sa vue” que j’ai présentée au salon. Excellents retours, beaucoup d’intérêt exprimé.
Les 5 premières cathédrales ont été montrées ensemble pour la première fois.
Du coup, ma 6ème cathédrale est encore dans les limbes.
Mais j’avance également ma série “Voisinages”.
Autumn evening
This evening, the air is already cooler, I feel it slightly prickling the tip of my nose and telling me that autumn is here. Standing in front of the huge and imposing facade, my eyes see it too, because the sky is speckled with touches of pink, plum, grey and purple, tones that announce the cold, the frost, the fine droplets of icy rain, the low skies that want to crush our will, our energy, our desire, and that slow down our ardor.
However, I can see that a battle is going on above my head because the sun is still warm, the air I breathe is tepid and a few rays pierce the clouds by sneaking in between the autumn spots. It is a hand-to-hand fight, the cold wants to chase the warm one, which resists not to lose its place. The luminous star knows well that it will have to give up its place, but it does not resign itself to it yet.
Suddenly, a blinding explosion transforms my vision. The light has won this battle, for a few moments no doubt: chased away the autumn, because the summer does not want to fly away yet; it clings on and forces the clouds to move aside, to kneel down to pay it a final tribute. And the cathedral ignites once again: the sun pierces the last walls and launches its last stings, breaking them into a thousand splinters that penetrate by a thousand paths and invade the space, transforming themselves into a thousand suns that warm, console, comfort and soothe the souls.