dear Yves
how to thank beauty ?
it’s sunday afternoon. it’s quite rainy outside. i’m in Paris, chez moi, writing this letter to you. but maybe, affectionately, i’m still seated in the places i saw the show yesterday in Chaillot. i came home voiceless because i was touched by the subtle images you have created with such beautiful artists. it seemed though, i was not watching a show in its proper definition, but living part of my ordinary life in its chaos and spontaneously.
i must be short in my words, because i want to extend the sensation of belonging to this kind of artistic action.
i embrace you tenderly,
Wagner Schwartz
(one of
Des témoins ordinaires-- piece of Rachid Ouramdane)
dear Yves,
sorry to disturb you,
but today i was listening to a song from Stereolab
and i guess it crosses
the lines
you created in the piece.
it's attached.
+ bisous,
w.
(Stereolab,
Changer)
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