diane guais and i have never met in real life. from october to february 2024, we asked each other a new question every week. our answers were drawings, poems, excerpts of journals, voice notes, videos. after twenty questions, we decided to put an end to the experiment and publish it.
(ink on paper, 20x30 cm)
(print & collage, 20x25 cm)
tbilisi :::
on the dry bridge we
walk between rings and
knives we light a
cigarette four dogs
follow us one of them
hops on the bus
on the streets the
letters dance under
my gaze not even sounds
just images i keep
in my eyes
seven people in the
taxi me on your lap
we go towards new tribes
it’s venice again the
sad october venice
the flat smells of
wood like places
lost relatives gone all
the houses on sale
my thoughts turn
into boulders rolling
between my fingers
like rings like knives
for the first time
in months i see
life close and alive
from the bass-filled stadium
we look at the full
moon i ask if you believe
in magic you say
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as always we look for signs, cycles, things that are connected and make (a) sense, webs of thoughts, lights, words, movements,
we want to find the hinges, the links of a book already written, filled with photos already taken,
we know that behind every coincidence there is rationality and behind rationality there is coincidence so we carry on digging, we reverse,
we take up the conversation where we left it, we see the moon pass then another one again, we don’t want to let go of anything,
we know some of it will have to be forgotten so we walk slower than the first day, we know each other better,
we understand some knots and wait to untie some others
(handwriting, print & collage, notebook, 10x10 cm)