"To be born again, definitely". Poem written by B. Froment about the exhibition with Evelyne Dubour, painter, in Cliousclat, Drôme, until September 20th, 2020
To be born again, definitely.
To slowly come back, by far.
To work again on tapestries from former times
To scribe colored patches in order to be on time at last
To find woods from other times
And with a glass splinter, to offer them a new light.
In our work as artists, to move forward on a thread, with a thread, one after another,
To weave the other with oneself.
To keep on loving again.
To feel linked to the color of time and to the memory of the wind.
To embrace life and to offer it to Human beings.
A time to dream, to remain close to each other, together.
In this exhibition of true feelings, weaved with joy and glass wire,
Together we found out an opportunity and freedom to exist in a moment of Peace.
From those glass blocks to those faces of wise beings, between those planks of fig trees
And those ochres of setting sun, of azure blue and of earth brown,
To commit oneself.
Let the fruit become mature to collect the sacred looks of the perched passenger
And embarked in an elsewhere, always better.
To always remember the flowery surprise to share a secret moment of being together
In an eternal youth.