Last weekend my wife and I
hosted an urbansketcher meeting in
Montelimar. After exploring the
city, we went to
the European Fighter Aircraft Museum …
I am a dreamer by nature.
When I draw, my
mind wanders … I travel into my drawing…
The drawing comes to life, a story says:
I see Airmen prepare, painfully
put on their flight suits before boarding their
planes. Make the usual checks, engine start, send me a friendly wave before taxiing to the runway and take off in the roar of
the engines…
Fly like a bird in an endless sky … Flying
over this Earth tells us more
than all the books…
But there those planes don’t take off again, grounded
forever … In this exhibition through those frozen
aircrafts forever, I thought, as in the death of a man it is an unknown dying world and I wondered what the images
that sank with them …
By closing my sketchbook, I remembered that letter of wing- commander Antoine de Saint -Exupery:
If I‘m down, I regret
absolutely nothing. Future termite world terrifies me. And I hate the virtues
of their robots. I was made to be a gardener. “
To draw is to remember…
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