Promesse, 2024
Dans ma ville, on abandonne souvent sur le trottoir des pianos qui se trouvaient jadis au cœur de toutes les veillées. Ils sont lourds, s’accordent difficilement, et l’on n’y peut rien, dit-on. La vue de ces symboles de joie et de chaleur humaine jetés dehors me fait pleurer.
In my city, pianos that were once at the heart of every gathering are often abandoned on the sidewalk. They are heavy, hard to tune, and nothing can be done, I am told. The sight of these symbols of joy and human warmth thrown outside makes me cry.
In my city, pianos that were once at the heart of every gathering are often abandoned on the sidewalk. They are heavy, hard to tune, and nothing can be done, I am told. The sight of these symbols of joy and human warmth thrown outside makes me cry.
Promesse (touches de piano, empreintes de pigment or, encre/piano keys, gold pigment fingerprints, ink)
