LAURENT LAFOLIE
Invisibility is first. It precedes birth and supports the unknown. The time of life is of this nature, associating the certitude of a start and a finish with the unknown, the acts that will punctuate it.
The hotel was without light, opening the path to withdrawal and silence, to omission and being forgotten, absence, distance and, finally, disappearance.
An imperceptible hand-to-hand fight is waged between invisibility and disappearance: the infinite detaches itself from the provisional, the movement meets the limit, elevation wandering, demands uproar, dignity chaos. The void has no image, disappearance is still life.
Hôtel des Grands Hommes
April 2012
