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LA FORME DE L'EAU. POÉTIQUE D'UN INSTANT 2019-2022

Marie-France Veyrat & Jaime de los Rios

 

How do we preserve our memories?

 

Memory tends to dissipate the form. In the drift of our most rational thought, we tend to scientificize our memories: where, how, when... Computable and direct data that in most cases reduces the experience of what has been lived to a list of items.

 

La forme de l’eau converts a tangible memory into its most poetic elements, freezing an instant and making it infinite.

An installation made with scientific and physical simulations of fluids to capture the fall of water and emulate its shape in 3D printing, which no longer falls, but rises as in the language of dreams opposed to Newtonian laws, and rendered algorithms in real time, which follow one another choreographically in parallel with the first-person account of Marie-France, who shares her voice to narrate a discovery.

Ironizing about the speed of consumption and the eagerness for novelty in contemporary society, Veyrat and de los Ríos invite us to reflect from the contemplation and poetics of the moment.

 

It was a spring day when I came across the falling water....

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The memory of the ephemeral...

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When the idea of the project arises!

THE STORY

 

The story, which leads us to discovery, begins with a hike walk. It sometimes runs along the stream that winds in its bed among wild pines, hazelnuts, oaks and almond blossom crops under a beautiful blue sky. 

Suddenly we find ourselves in a lunar landscape of conglomerates alternating with layers of sandstone and clay and tabular reliefs... which suddenly reminds me of Pamukkale during a trip to Turkey. The limestone blocks that form the rock walls, gorges and tabular shapes are perforated and resemble fine embroidery that water gradually absorbs over time. I make a small stop and I imagine huge icebergs that come ashore on the very banks of the islet. In the middle of the cliffs, high mountain rocks and pine trees surrounded by water form here and there small natural pools. One hears only the faint murmur, the whispering of a wave among the pebbles. Rocks in the shape of ancient safes stand in front of us. 

The landscape becomes denser, we are surrounded by stones of all capricious shapes that time and water leave on the rocks, a spectacular play produced by erosion that I observe carefully. It seems the path stops; we arrive at a circus or esplanade and a reservoir of water. The sound of water falling on the rocks tells us that we are about to reach our goal. 

Indeed, in the distance, we see and hear a waterfall fall with force. Admittedly, it is not precisely the Niagara Falls, but it especially attracts my attention by its simplicity and by the situation of the harmonic framework that surrounds it. The crystal-clear turquoise water pond makes this place a unique spot of great beauty. I approach, I stop to listen to the sound of water gushing as it hits the ground. I want to place myself under the fall and close my eyes. Fine particles of water softly whip and caress my face. The water is pure, I breathe deeply, I feel so good that I would like to stop the hands of my watch. I am moved, I want to capture this moment forever!! 

The feeling of well-being takes hold of me, I found it! I start taking many photographs with my mobile phone as if time was holding me back and not letting me capture this brief moment of pleasure. I don't want to lose this moment at any cost, I want to immortalize it. For me, the best way to capture it is to express it and share it with those who wish to participate in La Forme de l’Eau. Poétique d’un Instant.

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