Where does creativity come from? Does it come from our brain, our imagination, our instinct? From our cultural heritage? A mysterious gift?
Some artists and creatives, say they are crossed by creativity. As if it came from the universe to express themselves through them. Thus, the artist, the creator, would not be talented, but crossed by talent. This is what these mysterious cosmonauts lack expression. The person, the individual, the ego is in the background to better value the work that breaks down, here in three stages:
The object, a collection of glass clouds blown freehand. Artistic luminaries from the sky, unique know-how, subtly pigmented pastel colors.
The installation, ephemeral, aerial, all in contrast: thirty clouds of glass installed in a forest. Contrast of colors, energies and lights. The night reveals little by little the works. The organic world gives way to the minerality of glass. Revelations.
The film, a look. The eye stuck in the camera, subliminal images, like flashes of creativity, flash coming from the universe. From the shadow to the light. An organic end and laughter of children, as if to remember that we have our feet on Earth.
And if the creativity really came from the universe, would it be to amaze the human being?