Et, pour sa voix lointaine, et calme, et grave, elle a
L’inflexion des voix chères qui se sont tues. 

A Marseille, sur la batterie du bain des dames. Un lieu de contemplation, face à la mer, solennel.
Un rapport au temps, l’éternité, la finitude, le deuil.
Le roulement des vagues qui viennent se briser sur les rochers, la trace de la guerre, d’une conquête barbare venue s’échouer sur les rivages, d’un élan irrépressible qui rencontre un obstacle infranchissable.

Arthur Bosc




Water and air. So very commonplace are these substances, they hardly attract attention―and yet they vouchsafe our very existence.
The beginnings of life are shrouded in myth: Let there water and air. Living phenomena spontaneously generated from water and air in the presence of light, though that could just as easily suggest random coincidence as a Deity. Let’s just say that there happened to be a planet with water and air in our solar system, and moreover at precisely the right distance from the sun for the temperatures required to coax forth life. While hardly inconceivable that at least one such planet should exist in the vast reaches of universe, we search in vain for another similar example.
Mystery of mysteries, water and air are right there before us in the sea. Every time I view the sea, I feel a calming sense of security, as if visiting my ancestral home; I embark on a voyage of seeing.

- Hiroshi Sugimoto

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