The incident was, and I will always remember …
Walking in the streets of a big city, a kind of ziggurats forest.
Walking with Josef Hannibal.
The walk is quiet, no discussions, but I can feel that there is a strange visual communion between us.
It’s like camera movements without focus or an end.
That walk brings us to a stop. We’re staring at the front of a big building. Heavy and hieratic.
Some kinds of unknown signs are on the front wall.
We have decided to enter the building.
Walk to a large hall
Walk to a desk, and there is a woman behind it.
-”What is this building?”
-”It’s a Library” said the woman
-”What kind of library? What do you keep here?”
-”We have plans, architectural plans, floor plans. All of them, since ever…”
-”Do you have artist studios’ plans?”
-”Yes we do!”
-”Can we see them?”
-”What are you looking for?”
-”Let’s start with Brancusi’s studio and the Lascaux cave!”
Some people came, and guided us to an empty room.
There is a smooth neutral light in that room.
Then they brings us the two plans, like two floating white rectangular plates. We start to read them. And at the same time, we extract from the plans, volumes. Some white blocs, small blocs of many shapes.
With those blocs we start to play a game.
It’s an assemblage game.
The product of that game is a vertical construction.
The game finds an end when both the participants are satisfied by the construction.
The incident was, and I will always remember…
Blocks of different shapes and sizes were ordered for me. I played for hours for the erection of fine porcelain piles.
When we choose the game for these evenings, we let the night in, to be admired, once, in the empty warehouses of the morning.