Description
sang-froid. 1/3
framed in an antique frame*.
print 9x14cm
fine-art inkjet print on vat paper
(hahnemühle/albrecht dürer 210gsm)
this work is part of my 2023 collage series clairĕ & cawou.
*frame might differ from shown frame, as each edition is framed unique.
for more information don’t hesitate to write me a message.
about the clairĕ & cawou series.
in a deadly silent room alive, with no one else but many present, framed in traps, trapped in frames.
clairӗ wrote, beneath a blanket, armed within a heavy coat, trembeling in fragile feathers.
frozen letters fell out of her hand. sticky itching notes to herself.
hold the empty broken flower vase, hold the dead soul of a bird you can not uncage yet.
hold everything what remains & release it in the second, hidden in the minute,
trapped in the hour of lowdowns. knit the grave in predawns of scattered nights.
you are not the lonesome soul you are the many ghosts chaising you. love is a hunter
armed with pain. go astray in antagonistic agonie with your selves bounded to an unfirm chair
with no other standing by your side.
all of them who appeared in reflections of your sardornic pourred blood, left you back
with scars, the pitted ones, the divined ancestors, the disguised masqueraders.
you can not see, blinded by imagination & cordury escapes. hold the half burned candle,
keep your box of matches. for days arrising as nights, and nights reaching out
with claws like mares choking your light out.
clairӗ woke up. shimmering bugs and tiny insects lounged around her bed whispering
about cawou lost in camouflaged craveyards of maybe and may bees ferventness.
fire is dying down in the alchemy of truth. the past love a shattered filament lamp.
where is this light, if you cocoon constructs of a mind in the obscure shadow set.
wool-gathering. you are the soft naive rabbit, and the deathly nocturnal bird.
where are your shadows in the velvet absence of light. where is emotion, if captured
within a vacuum of nothingness. in silence you scream, but they can not observe.
minuscule stapes in ears for truth are cutted off decades ago. doomed cavaliers repeat
perambulating in illusory worlds. who are these enigmatic figures passing by in hollow
mirrors of nothingness. who are they if you miss the opposite hand.
clairӗ lost the one twine of her self. beholding the empty frame trapped in the niches,
enmeshed in odds. sheltered inbetween on guard and en garde. the lady who feels has fallen.
checkmate repeating patterns. cawou will not return hiding from love. protect your kid
in the room with invisible doors, solace it falling spinned in golden spirals of failure.
you can not conquer yourself, you can not cure divisions of time. hold your own hand
if vicinity & closeness is impeding. smash the prepared plates of flesh & roles
they embossed you by birth.
hold on to days. hold on to decayed flowers & patina of yesterdays.
hold on whenever facades & worlds crumble and demons turn up out of seas
in the disguise of deep skies. calm the upside-down and downside up mind.
pale all of this past, hold tight, let go. walk in memories.
no one will leave this room unloved.
♥︎
– oh my dear broken kid follow the light habit. –
all works out of this series are limited in an edition of 3.
