Discover forty new works by French artist Caroline Veith in her exhibition "Les herbes folles" at the Claire Corcia gallery, Paris.
Les herbes folles" (wild grasses) are getting on my nerves.
Some kind of floral stems have started to grow, to confuse my memory with botanical dreams where all the most learned names of flowers are intertwined, sometimes poisonous, carnivorous, seductive by their flamboyant colours and even a little crazy...
They climb all around my studio, even hugging the frail Virginia creeper to the point of suffocation.
I find it hard to breathe.
Are you afraid of getting lost again in the dark meanders of a bad scenario? The earth burns up there in the mountains. I am speechless. The Rosière stream is dry.
Back to the workshop.
I arm myself with two large superimposed tracing paper to fix these wild grasses forever in my memory.
But I am expected for another journey:
"Masaka, the night of the hunters": I cut the road with etching on small copper plates, then print on beautiful Hahnemühle paper three new prints. They will become the backbone of my new exhibition.
No more wild grass, but bad seed, endless sand, impossible crossings in the South Seas.
Do you know what they do in Masaka?
They make green gold there: they go to the Ugandan countryside to look for kids who are strong enough to catch the famous locusts at night.
These young boys burn their eyes to earn a pittance.
It's already dark, a deep black, ink-coloured night.
I stride through the Cité Jardin.
There is no full moon tonight over my suburb.
Caroline VEITH
Cachan, 30 September 2022
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