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Preface to the Mac 2000 Catalog - 1994

by Daniel Geslin

Space, the medium of the game, is tamed: sand and silk. We must find the measure. A canvas alone is not enough. The triptych says too much. Pain, a caesura, is split in two. These diptychs, therefore.

These masses are bodies.

Irresistibly tense against each other. Burning to melt again in the cold fever of blues, browns that tense, ignite, consume.

The carrier planes conceal it: these combustions are solitary.

For the crucible of these fleshes burns with a single desire.

We see them bending, open strata, fan palms that no hand moves.

Only a furrow of lava unites the canvases and marks the middle of the bed in the gap between the bodies.

Nothing of the Night, All, is ever entirely revealed and this indefinition - there tears.

Elsewhere, white on the wash, skins intertwine in charcoal - worried by Fragonard.

As if – after all and out of modesty – this single desire prevailed: that the drawing where the lands of shadows cling, places there the promises of future mornings.

©2025 by Etienne Buraud

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