2 fusées (2011) Sculpture by Alain Platet

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  • Original Artwork (One Of A Kind) Sculpture, Metals
  • Dimensions Height 90.6in, Width 9.8in
  • Fit for outdoor? No, This artwork can not be displayed outdoor
  • Categories Sculptures under $1,000
plomb, bois, résine, pigments, cire, objets récupérés, boutons, etc.... Prix pour les deux pièces, avec la possibilité d'en acheter qu'une. About this artwork: Classification, Techniques & Styles
plomb, bois, résine, pigments, cire, objets récupérés, boutons, etc....
Prix pour les deux pièces, avec la possibilité d'en acheter qu'une.

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...so many views, so many possibilities, so many realities... so many filters, filters/memory, memory gleaned, nibbled, squandered, occluded, recycled...< br />nature, erasure, blistering, outline,[...]

...so many views, so many possibilities, so many realities...
so many filters, filters/memory, memory gleaned, nibbled, squandered,
occluded, recycled...< br />nature, erasure, blistering, outline, junk, burr, abrasion, fold, turning, crack, engraving, clipping, chipping...
behind the corner, side glance, corner of life, daylight ... the materials, on the sly, will talk, say and repeat things from an ancient time, from an elsewhere lived in the hollow of wood, earth, paper, metal...
the tire dreams of the arrows of the Indians...
cracks of rough skin... there is no more sap...
where do the ants go when the trees fall?...
the melted sky coats the dead bark...
don't be afraid of the sharp teeth that break the silence...
small red fruits, ideal suspension, light, ephemeral, winter morning ...
the anger of lead has slipped under the bark, it has made its home in the folded roughness, far from the other dead trees and very close to the living earth, cooked or raw, soothed.. .
the satellites of the clock escape the parade of well-ordered hours, wooden soldiers...
candy-clouds, pinned to the tears of the metal...
why are ropes tied behind the doors closed?...

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