Galerie Durst asked each artist to reveal a little of their creativity, on the subject of their choice, and in the medium of their choice.
This is Laurent Karagueuzian's blank page:
The laboratory of non-figures
In the Maelstrom of colors, silences and storms alternate their melody.
Drowned in a tangle of lines, meaning remains indecipherable.
We must learn to see the night, to grope our way forward, not to fall,
walking under the resistance of curves and the pride of straight lines.
When the horizon moves away to the rhythm of crazy strides:
Secret boots, boots of seven places. Slow flashes of light.
Small gouache gray(s) dance on the edge of bluish water.
Decisions follow one another in their coherent contradictions
when morning mists dispel the arrogance of backlighting.
In the laboratory of non-figures, a strange polyphony murmurs.
A rustle of leaves carries everything in its path.
The heat of the ochres delicately burns the epidermis.
Shivers carry the skin of flowers, subtle fragrances, all the way to the Cape of Good Hope.
Somewhere, further away, the world-book unveils its joyful tautologies.
Under the northern light, young swallows twirl at the zenith. Freedom.