Je remercie le Maroc pour ce qu’il m’apprend sur le Temps *
This latest month, I’ve been spending relative time in Marrakech. I had the great luck to Live again the roots of I, to meet myself again.
Everyday, during something like a week (a moroccan week, which his quite diferent than an occidental week) I was riding a small moto (it could have been a mule or a donkey) down Essaouira road.
When I received the invitation from David Bloch, the gallerist in Marrakech, i directly seen the beautyful oportunity this travel could represent for me.
As i said in the previous post, I have a long relationship with Marrakech, that rose me up to a certain point. My view on Art, my perspective on Life.
It was the perfect Time and Space in which I could find a new point of view on my creations. It was time for the next dimension. An introduction to Volume.
PROFILE. Handmade with uncooked white earth. 12cm. Marrakech. 2011
I went everyday to a village where kraftmens work with white and red earth all day long. They gave me some of it, and I shared their rythm.
More than 10 years after I’ve have met Marrakech for the first time, I had the great opportunity to come back and rediscover it.
I’ve been invited by David BLOCH, who owns a contemporary art gallery in the gueliz* of Marrakech, in order to start a colaboration through the Love of Art and Marrakech.
After I’ve made my firsts steps in the neighborhood, rediscovering the medina*, touched its walls, smelled its spice, tasted its flavor again..I went back home and started a canvas under the inside trees, in the Riad* I was living in.
I’ve been inspired by two things. The first one is a strong symbol in Marrocco, Fatima’s hand.
Sketch for HERMA SAKINA. Pencil on paper. 20x15cm. 2011