Fabrice Rabin
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my universe, several words coexist. If one is a city dweller curious
about everything, the other is bucolic scratching the land of Britany.
If one is in search of natural harmony, the other is captived by the
urban charivari. So I can go to all lines of horizons, all forms, all materials of our secular culture, our ephemeral civilization. I caracole, pushing my way through high fronds onto and open panorama which became legible. I bring back fragments of our universe. I observe every find sometimes I understand, I always remember. So I try through a thousand tracks to keep in close touche with our reality. I feed my being with the thousand boilings. I keep oscillating, stacking, knotting. Of all this, I restore you what I saw, with desire, intention and memory. Inheriting yesterday to testify now, support tomorrow. |
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