"
WHITE-SPIRIT "


A face seemingly
uplifted, suspended but with features that are too harsh. And then
another above it. Two faces with features that are too harsh. But
so white yet so gentle in their movement. WHITE SPIRITS, so heavy
and yet so light. White spirits, so present yet volatile. Like a mobile,
they are weightless, clinging to a line, hanging from a thread. Swinging,
swaying, and as if uplifted, suspended, there is a third, back to
front. But which, even only with one eye, follows the others, follows
the movement. Finally, elsewhere they will disappear completely, able
perhaps to evaporate, become diluted in this expanse of petrol blue,
from indigo to purple, this vertical horizon, this sky which everything
moves towards, leaving behind places which are known, which are felt
to have been inhabited before. And still a presence. But when they
are there, they leave us speechless, they seem gigantic - we imagined
them bigger -. Like an iceberg, they have weight and they float, a
mass of ice detached from the ice cap, they float without drifting,
in accordance with their current, and in profile, half submerged,
a hidden face is envisaged, a desire, a dream in secret: and this
is why they seem to be heard to talk (to each other). They ask themselves,
they meet, they become tangled and they knock into each other, move
apart always seeking a route. Yet whether it is a matter of weightlessness
or weight, whether they let themselves be uplifted or whether they
are attracted, the WHITE SPIRITS always move in this blue horizon
towards this sky, and even within themselves, piercing their face,
is still a mobile, triangular, an arrow through them: the desire to
be elsewhere, the dream of a world where everything dances, the hidden
side which gives them life. And in this white space, levelled out,
peopled with other faces, the sensation of discovering another world,
of surprising beings, the impression of watching them live. But more
astonishingly, that of feeling oneself observed.
Amaury,
november 1997.