Jano Coudrin (France)

My dear pieces of wood come from drift which has been knocking about the seas.

The currents' astuteness has fixed their beaching place on lost shores. I gather them, dry them and offer them a resting place in my flat-studio. Every week, the "catch" happens and my desire is stirred up by colours. I then assemble them in associations (if necessary with other materials). Their shapes force me to go thoroughly into my emotions. Production must succeed to give them a destiny. One day, they will go away to a new adopted place, there on a rack, there behind a glass case, there on a base, there in a cocoon. In order that eyes can unwind their long life's yarn.

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