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Céline Marenne, À la recherche du temps perdu

master beeldende kunsten - textielontwerp

NL
When a distant past nothing subsists, after the death of beings, after the destruction of things alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste are still long, as souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of everything else, to wear without flinching, their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory. 
Marcel Proust, « From Swann’s Way »
 
Starting from an introspection and a dismantling of a childhood’s memory, my master project is structured around graphic, structural and textile researches, symbolizing this forgotten past in an involuntary way and tracing the contours of a subjectivity that accumulates unconsciously memories. All this experimental work have let me to build new proposals of spaces made of yarns that strengthen the sensory experience and memory experience. The body is confronted with this poetic space, almost dreamlike, created with lace and weaving. Space lived, rather than physical, where perception, memory and imagination are constantly interacting.
EN
When a distant past nothing subsists, after the death of beings, after the destruction of things alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste are still long, as souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of everything else, to wear without flinching, their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory. 
Marcel Proust, « From Swann’s Way »
 
Starting from an introspection and a dismantling of a childhood’s memory, my master project is structured around graphic, structural and textile researches, symbolizing this forgotten past in an involuntary way and tracing the contours of a subjectivity that accumulates unconsciously memories. All this experimental work have let me to build new proposals of spaces made of yarns that strengthen the sensory experience and memory experience. The body is confronted with this poetic space, almost dreamlike, created with lace and weaving. Space lived, rather than physical, where perception, memory and imagination are constantly interacting.
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