To become a comics heroïne, it’s addictive!

drawing Sylvain Paris, text ssayan

drawing Sylvain Paris, text ssayan

How sweet it is to smooth angles, to see languorous body curves put in 2D, to make it a page, a plage… Ah, to be a board, on an ink octopus-sea, to sunbathe and be tanned by pigments and texts, what inertia!
To be exposed to the X-rays of an anonymous public, to burn, maybe – even only once – one look, one conscience, one emotion; to be smaller, and to lewiscaroll yourself in a book, in a picture, and on the wall, to weave your web…
There are other stars that live performances: those born in the darkness and in the solitude of the studio, on the work table… To leave a trace for a long time, these are fabulous supplements to transience and fugacity of things: objects that have the power to gather dust, without losing any of their inner glow…
Publishing and exhibition are made to be researched, now or someday, in archaeologies which nevertheless have a soul.
ssayan

 


Indefinable, multiple and wobbly meanings: AMBIGUOUS is for me the most beautiful word in the world!
(However, haggard is not bad either.)
ssayan