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LEFT HAND PIECES






Release date: Marz 2013
Format: 19,0 x 19,0 cm
Features: color, hardcover, 80 pages, handmade, thread stitching,
digital print
Language: english
Prints: Louise Drubigny
Edition: 30 + 2 A.P., all numbered and signed
"...I counted the tanks, There were 18 of them. 18 beautiful tanks. All with a gorgeous bitumen surfaces. Glorious, plain, and mostly smooth as glass. After being there a second time, i decided to cover all these tanks with my notes. Who knows when i would find such a wonderful place again..."
"...At first i found myself creeping into old writing habits. Trying to shake off and loosen these habits didn´t seem to work too well so i started to work faster and faster. I tried to trick my own subconscious. I had to make sure i was always one step ahead, acting so quickly that my subconscious could not keep up. I tried to be faster than lucky luke!..."
"...Picasso: laughing. Yes, of course. The fact that you have to leave it there, abandoned to its fate. Graffiti belong to everyone and no one. But one day, why don´t we take a walk together, me with a penknife and you with your camera? I could make scratches on the walls and you could photograph my graffiti.
Me: You´ve never had occasion to carve on a wall?
Picasso: Yes, i have too. I left a large number of carvings on the walls of the Butte Montmartre. One day in Paris i was waiting in a bank. It was being renovated. So, between the scaffholding, on a section of condemned wall, i put a graffito. By the time the construction work was completed, it had disappeared. A few years later, because of a modification os some sort, my graffito reappeared. People found it odd and learnt it was Picasso. The Bank director stopped the construction work, had my carving cut out as a fresco with all the wall surrounding it, and inlayed it the wall of his apartment. I´d be happy if you could photograph it one day...."
Picasso talking about graffiti/ From Brassaí
Tuesday, July 10, 1945