Nothing revives the imagination more than a visit to the Puces du Canal, the flea market just outside Lyon. These vendors here specialize their vision, hone their eye. They each seek a certain class of object. Each person has a different method of amassing their collections, buyers and sellers alike. The time of year, the time of month, the weather, the season, the wind, the way we all see, dictates how things move.
You never know when a person might need a suitcase full of thread, right? What elusive creature do these large red spools symbolize, who might be drawn to them? Emancipation or capture? Might someone find comfort or satisfaction in taking possession of them, closing up this case and carrying them away?
Fishes and birds. So many species of fish. How many ways can you cast a fish in chocolate? Sometimes it seems that the possibilities are endless. A muse can appear at every turn.
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar