Petals
The apparition of these faces in the crowd :
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro. 1913.
As Ezra Pound did in his groundbreaking poem, Si Bollé tells with Petals the same story of people, strangers whom the poet met by chance in a Paris’ metro station, or Emily Dickinson metamorphosing into a flower: petals, mirrors to the onlooker, complete worlds for the gaze wanting and willing to pierce the trompe l’oeil which is called “painting”, penetrating into layers of acrylic paint and aquarelle on canvas (for it is no more than this) and entering strange worlds which are nothing more than a reflection of one’s own world. The artist creates the work, the open-minded spectator makes sense of it, and this dialogue turns a painting into a work of art. So many spectators, so many stories, each story being different from the other.
Si Bollé’s visual haikus invite the onlooker to call up poetical introspection.
