LINES OF LIFE - MINIMALIST ART
What would day be without night, hustle and bustle without rest, awakening without sleep, peaceful interior life without paradoxical sleep and the wonderful delirium of dreams? Life is seldom a long quiet river, except for he or she who wears armor to shield himself or herself from the outside world! And even so, no one is safe from surprises !
Destiny or coincidence ? Or rather destiny and coincidence at the discretion of the winds of this marvelous Life, in the biological sense ! Respect !
A monumental obstructs the horizon but, with the changing lights as the hours go by, a kaleidoscope of lines takes over space, a game of lights and shadows which vary infinitely… Breaking down a wall that each one of us can rebuild freely to the sound of our own sensations and feelings… In the image of our lives !
For, in our imagination, these lines, at times orderly, well organized and facing the same direction, at times crossed branches, hunched over from the weight of the years gone by, exulting or exhausted…do they still not remain veritable lines of life, yours, ours, mine ?