{"id":25732,"date":"2017-11-26T16:57:57","date_gmt":"2017-11-26T14:57:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/raymond-debieve.fr\/?p=25732"},"modified":"2018-03-11T18:28:01","modified_gmt":"2018-03-11T16:28:01","slug":"dans-les-cartons-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/raymond-debieve.fr\/en\/dans-les-cartons-1\/","title":{"rendered":"In the boxes… 1"},"content":{"rendered":"With the summer exhibitions now over, I can pursue my journey backwards in time. Raymond’s boxes, full of notebooks, cardboard folders bursting with sheets of paper, lie in waiting.<\/span><\/p>\n

I open them…<\/span><\/p>\n

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I always open them with an idea of what I’m looking for \u2013 the sketch of a painting or of a scuplture I like, and then… I dive in.<\/span><\/p>\n

Absorbed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I start kneeling, hunched over the box, inevitably ending up sitting down, my hands full. One by one, I put each thing I’ve found aside, and finger through them, reading through Raymond’s life, buried in this colourful disorder, sometimes a little creased or a little faded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Strange sensation: I enter his life through the doorway of his rough-work, his research, his hesitations, his anger. This buried intimacy obliges me to proceed slowly, with care.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t want to rush it.<\/span><\/p>\n

A sheet, another sheet, a sketch, a scribbled note, a newspaper article, a letter, a notebook, another notebook. Time flies by, years pass, and Raymond’s life materialises out of words and brush strokes, colours and graphite.<\/span><\/p>\n

Today, it’s a notebook\u00a0:\u00a0 here for you to explore is one of his 12 Sonnets, no pepper, no salt<\/em>, written in 1966 and reworked the following year in a second notebook, this time with illustrations.<\/span><\/p>\n

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”The Prankster”, sonnet n\u00b05, Sonnets, no pepper, no salt<\/em>, 1966 \/ 1967<\/p>\n

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