“He hoisted himself up on the far curb—he never used a ladder—and started across the lawn. When Lucinda asked where he was going, he said he was going to swim home.”

    John Cheever, ‘The Swimmer’

This year I am continuing to search for the sense of Place in places thought to be devoid of that very quality. It is always there, but it is fleeting. It shows up in glimpses and details that at first glance seem too mundane to carry something so large as the sense of Place. But whatever comes up missing, there is always the fact of ‘being here now’ in the suburbanscape. There is always the exhilaration of ‘being here now’.

I am also looking into how time expresses itself in a landscape. And I have little doubt it is lost time. It’s easy to see in cityscapes. Cities change their clothes so often. It was a small landscape of a stretch of unchanged beach that caught me up in this mystery. Missing the usual signatures, the painting was so full of time.

Now I wonder about the ways time and memory draping themselves over our non-places as well. People drive the same roads for years. Do pylons dream of electric jeeps?

I am still dreaming in colour.

Exposition: 3-8 septembre 2009
Vernissage: samedi le 5 septembre de 13h-18h

Heures d'ouverture de la galerie: 11h-18h