One Hundred Years of Forgiveness by Clarice Lispector, The Paris Review, Archives, Issue 199, Winter 2011

William Stafford

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I had a few selected pieces exhibited at La Cité internationale des Arts in Paris. Curated by Henri Guette for 'Atelier Témoin', 28 April - 30 September 2023.

Christine Herzer, MA SOLITUDE, 100% RECYCLABLE / Ne pas jeter dans la nature, 2022 Marker on plastic bag 47 x 28 cm Christine Herzer, je dois gagner ma vie (COQ), 2632018 Marker on printed paper 39 x 32 cm

Christine Herzer, JE NE VEUX PAS PARTIR, 06 02 2019 Oil stick, marker on Clairefontaine paper 42 x 3 x 52 cm

Photo : Marion Lebbe whose works were also on display.

By Rachel Cusk May 2, 2023 The New York Times Magazine

Christine and the Queens, To be honest

Loneliness by Fanny Howe

Loneliness is not an accident or a choice. It’s an uninvited and uncreated companion. It slips in beside you when you are not aware that a choice you are making will have consequences. It does you no good even though it’s like one of the elements in the world that you cannot exist without. It takes your hand and walks with you. It lies down with you. It sits beside you. It’s as dark as a shadow but it has substance that is familiar. It swims with you and swings around on stools. It boards the ferry and leans on the motel desk. Nothing great happens as a result of loneliness. Your character flaws remain in place. You still stop in with friends and have wonderful hours among them, but you must run as soon as you hear it calling. It does call. And you climb the stairs obediently, pushing aside books and notes to let it know that you have returned to it, all is well. If you don’t answer its call, you sense that it will sink towards a deep gravity and adopt a limp. From loneliness you learn very little. It pulls you back, it pulls you down. It’s the manifestation of a vow never made but kept: I will go home now and forever in solitude. And after that loneliness will accompany you to every airport, train station, bus depot, café, cinema, and onto airplanes and into cars, strange rooms and offices, classrooms and libraries, and it will hang near your hand like a habit. But it isn’t a habit and no one can see it. It’s your obligation, and your companion warms itself against you. You are faithful to it because it was the only vow you made finally, when it was unnecessary. If you figured out why you chose it, years later, would you ask it to go? How would you replace it? No, saying good-bye would be too embarrassing. Why? First you might cry. Because shame and loneliness are almost one. Shame at existing in the first place. Shame at being visible, taking up space, breathing some of the sky, sleeping in a whole bed, asking for a share. Loneliness feels so much like shame, it always seems to need a little more time on its own.

By Souvankham Thammavongsa The New Yorker March 5, 2023

Cate Blanchett talks to Maggie Nelson / Another Magazine, SPring Issue 2023

By Brandon Taylor July 30, 2022. The New York Times DEAD-END MEMORIES: Stories, by Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Asa Yoneda

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS/ BONNES FETES DE FIN D'ANNEE

Arthur Teboul

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