The devil down from the tree of knowledge, huge worm that carries with it the glowing fruit of knowledge forbidden jewel of the Garden of Eden ... and landed surprised with books under the impassive gaze morons library . François MONCHATRE always loved libraries, Mecca strolling imagination. As today 85 years , we can say that he spent most of his life in a world where not existed the information superhighway . If it was another generation , perhaps the devil gush it in 3D burned by the Promethean fire of a computer screen. Note that the iconography remains : only the medium changes .
In his multifaceted work, self- maboules , dreamachines imbued idiots of themselves clinging to their briefcases , books have always been a special place. One volume, one, another there , wink and point spread against the house of the poet to the lair of the writer , small bibliothèquerosse the large library of humor ... it flows from source that exposure should be devoted to them before they go to the washing machine ever.
Lelia Mordoch
Please note: to render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, the securities are of François Monchatre
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