The bird: an intimate satellite of our planetary orbit.
Saint-John Perse
the gliding flight of a grey owl and a breath of fresh air! …
editorial
Ah, how you soar, bird,
following your heart. Who could
hope that the inside
would leap out of him?Rainer Maria Rilke
© René Magritte, La grande famille
What is the inside?
If not a more intense sky
crossed by birds and deep
with all the winds of returnRainer Maria Rilke
© Georges Braque, L’ordre des oiseaux
Claude Debussy, Syrinx, Emmanuel Pahud
How do we touch each other? With the beating of our wings, we brush against each other through the very distances between us.
Rainer Maria Rilke
majesty of the eagle owl in flight
. . and when a bird was perched there, you knew it was a bird, a sky
escaped from it and remained around it, and a folded expanse lay on its feathers, and
you could unfold it and see that it was largeRainer Maria Rilke
it was this sentence that gave flight to this chaise longue long before it was made
so we simply let the quotes, images and music unfold naturally around it : the result is an interweaving of elements that resonate with each other, flowing freely, and you choose your own path
© arum in the shape of an owl, Corinth, Louvre Museum (small pot-bellied vase used to store perfumed oils)
In every word and every letter there is a bird with folded wings waiting for the reader’s breath. When the reader interprets, the bird spreads its wings and you must not forget to jump on its back to fly up to infinity.
Emmanuel Lévinas
Kaija Saariaho, Laconisme de l’aile (excerpt), Ariane Brisson
They are the space traversed by a single thought.
Saint-John Perse
