This black-and-white project is in keeping with the measure of time that inexorably passes before our eyes without our really paying attention.
At the same time, it questions notions of work and art, as well as the place of the artist and his approach. Here, an improbable, collective and unconscious work of art is created every day by the strokes of tongues…
A cubic shape is refined and transformed into a complex, even artistic object, arousing astonishment, emotion and pleasure, before ending up as pieces and grains with no consistency other than the passage of time.
A poem written only by photographic images of cows and stone,
of voluptuous licks
And aesthetic transformations
And fragments of time gone by
