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Shop Bag Radio.
I have long been collecting windows. I recovered like other people collect old matchbox or chasing the butterfly.
On street corners. On the sidewalk ends, I pick up old windows whose owners dispose. Objects worn for delicate frame, softened mastic, fêJées the windows, paint peeling.
My collection has followed my moves. It grew to the point today to invade unoccupied sections of walls, the garden plots, the garage space. Tas / assembly / string machine to see my piercing gaze and my own space.
Eclectic accumulation of small and large windows. I am touched by the beauty of the perishable plastic and what each of them remind me of. I read stories of living, law firms. Invent fictions. Windows of houses, churches, train, ambulance ... The window glass became tense as a screen, a window, a window, a windshield, a window de.prison, hospital, declined between self and Reflections landscape framed ...