WE WILL MEET AGAIN

“ a space to meet the spirits. It could be considered by its Buddhist promise as a temple and it is a place of meditation as much as one for passage as indicated by the glass cairns.

The sand that visitors move reminds us of a beach constantly reshaped by the sea and the wind,a space in between.

The footsteps mingle and traces seem to merge with the rhythm of pulsation sound and light.

Blue waves, electronic tablecloths induce a rhythm, a breathing that if followed could lead to trance.

It is in this state where the mind is detached from the body and we open ourselves up to the world that is inside us,surrounds us, that we become sensitive to energies.

The set of We'll meet again asomething of a generic decor,it constitutes a universal zone of exchanges forthe living and others.”

text by Henri Guette










How can we create an in between place,
to bind the invisible with the visible ?

A place for both, living and dead,
a playground we can only reach in a state of a dream.
That we will remember.

The visitors dive inside, to walk, lay or jump into the dunes,
whispered and shaped by the invisible habitants of the abandoned space,

It’s a place to dream, to feel, to meet.

The visitors go out as entered,
from this dimension where time isn’t terrestrial but eternal.

As if we where in between cosmic and aquatic universe,
under the surface of the knowledge.

This unkown dimension,
does not have time mesured by clocks.
the sound of the waves grow loudder and lighter as the day end’s or start’s,
in harmony with the blue lights,
who appears darker and lighter.

The dunes of sand grow’s,
ripples as the people come and go

Maybe human particules will add to the sand some thickness
Inside an empty space,
only memory resides on the wall’s.
The people are gone,
as a sea that dissolves
What is left but the dust of a life time.
Sand, As the powder of bones or stones,
And the blue light from under the surface of the ocean

The sound carrying the invisible waves,
still floating around us.
It’s symphony vibrates to our dancing bones,
As rocks hidden underneath the skin of the earth.
In between unreachable fragments hop.
This is an atmosphere in between life and death

Where we can meet again with the ones we’ve lost visible contact with...







installation view at LA TOTALE / studio orta les moulins + galleria continua with Leila White-Vilmouth

Low-frequency ocean wave sound generator, blue LED lights, blue glass film, fine sand, glass pebbles.