rubble mirror

rubble mirror 3 © Blandine Hallé
rubble mirror 3
© Blandine Hallé

I pick up a piece of rubble on the beach, I pick up myself

What do I make of it?  What do I make of me?

Discarded, junk, rubbish that no one cares about, on this deserted beach

What do I see?

I see patina, cracks and lines left by time, tensions, and pulls in different directions

I see roughness and smoothness together in contrasting beauty

I see character that stands out amongst uniformity

I see potential of something more, once associated with others

Shall I leave the rubble there, to be taken away by the ocean?

Again

Washed away, drowned

The water slowly making materiality dissolves

Opening cracks like open wounds

Slowly bringing it back to sand to disappear in the ground

Or shall I bring it home? Safe inside

On the table, shall I give it company or leave it alone?

It has a life of its own and spontaneously finds its place

A dialogue opens up with who is already sitting there

Contrasting lines, complementary textures, shades of colours

The play is exquisite and all-consuming

Pleasure and delight

That’s what a piece of rubble picked up on the beach gives me.

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