7.25" x 10.75"
224 Pages
FRANCE

Published in October 2017, French edition. Rare item, publisher sold out and as of now will not be reprinted, we are told we got the last 6 copies.

The work of some people speaks to each of our hearts. There is for everything created, another person who will love the thing just the same. The work of Valentine Schlegel was just that for me, a work from the heart, that spoke directly to my own. In the summer of 2019 I circled and circled around visiting the show of her work that was on in the town of Sète where she was born, raised and lived. The title appeared to me from time to time, mentioned in a random french paper I happened to be reading, by a new friend; by an old one too. Time was passing, we were struggling with a way to begin our own book, there were two canicule/ heat waves and my spirit was very low. I was a bit lost in the mystic of France, in love with it, not sure where I was headed. Time turned to fall and the season was over, friends were gone; I decided to go. I got in the car and drove alone across the empty landscape leading in and out of Arles, around the bend of the Mediterranean, to Sète. I arrived and I found a person's work that was everything contained in my wants and desires. A collection of knives and objects, incredible plaster structures, a connection with the sea, dreams both set in stone and made in sand. Sometimes when one encounters a new body of work it turns ones owns boat on a new path. Sometimes we act on the turn and sometimes we only look out into the sea. It takes time to see what arrives on the horizon; we must all work hard to visualize our dreams. My impression is Valentine Schlegel visualized hers.