Wojtek Siudmak endowed me with many stories. He hid them in his paintings inside the ships traversing the infinite space behind its incredible horizons where magic of kisses spins. Staring still at his paintings, I followed the great horses, pricking up my ears to be able to listen to the whispers of those worlds. I learned to look differently.
I collect these stories with gratitude and convey them in their own way, knowing that they do not belong to me.
And so much of them are yet to be discovered…
August 20, 2014, 5:57 pm “For Wojtek”, text written in a plane on my way back from London to Toulouse
Jean-Claude Dunyach
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