Sullen tinsel looking for pure speed and what we need is slowness …Daniel Darc
The light swears to me that we have neither started nor finished and from this other window that separates me from the road, I nonetheless digest the trees and the pylons lined up.
As the bus goes, I pull away from myself.
In love with speed, the 5 cables parallel to the road suggest a frantic game of pinball machine. I need an extra ball to save time. I will only have a halt as a credit, an opportunity to consider that the gallows are all connected with the time that keeps us apart.
Bruno D’ALIMONTE 2020/07