Samedi Pluvieux
“La sottise, l’erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine”.
Sant’Alvise
“A good picture is born from a state of grace. Grace becomes manifest when one is free from conventions, free as a child in his first discovery of reality. The game is then to organize the triangle“.
In the rat’s alley
“E se tutto questo bujo, quest’enorme mistero, nel quale indarno i filosofi dapprima specularono, e che ora, pur rinunziando all’indagine di esso, la scienza non esclude, non fosse in fondo che un inganno come un altro, un inganno della nostra mente, una fantasia che non si colora?”.
Strange Life
“The truth, once love has failed, looks like a skeleton abandoned in a meadow: explicit, ordered and, in the end, almost pleasant. It had always been there, but covered with flesh, images and feelings”.