Imagine a pond of waterlilies
Thrown around a meadow, their
Shimmering colours
Wrapped around the poles
An art project taking waterlilies, all from the same photographic slide taken in Colombia in 1993, to a piece of land known as “The Golf” because of its 18 holes dug for fruit trees. Vaguely evoking an indigenous settlement, they set sail, they interact with the light of day, the morning dew, and their terrestrial cousins.
What was a painterly pretext for Old Claude to get rid of verticality and float free into endless color spaces, gets stranded on fertile Belgian farmland.
