I’m in Paris looking for a piece of red fabric. If I’ll find one, I’ll know I’m playing it right.
I see his words.
I see a yellow flower, a woman’s hand in the Metro, a blue light. I smell a cigarette smoke, I see the smoke, I see his words.
For the past 4 years I have been playing Julio Cortazar’s* games in Paris. Walking his lines, seeking his signs. Photographing his words.
Along this visual game, I am re writing Cortazar’s stories, re sewing his games into one of my own.
*Julio Cortazar was an Argentine novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Known as one of the founders of the “Latin American Boom”.
In 1951, Cortázar emigrated to Paris, where he lived and worked for the rest of his life.
Cortázar’s masterpiece, Rayuela (1963; Hopscotch), is an open-ended novel, or antinovel; the reader is invited to rearrange the different parts of the novel according to a plan prescribed by the author.