Inner Odyssey




The Skin-to-Skin concept emerges from a longstanding friendship and a profound resonance between Pierre JALBY and Anil-Frank DESAI.

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This union, this Dyad is here fully expressed in the WALL series, revealing the dialogue between the visual and the written material ; two medium, two writing forms, two vibrations, for a unique journey, a total emotion, a transcended narration, where words combine and immerse themselves in the light matter, where the light matter sublimates words, where suddenly everything makes body and sense.

It is this magic, in union, alchemy and unity, that we deeply experience in front of the artwork n° 20 01 17 0044 / Scorched Land (as well as for the other handwritten artworks proposed) and that Art Traffik chooses to present to you, here, face to face with the text, in view of the words.

I wish you a beautiful journey, into the depths of matter and words!

Scorched Land


I saw the men, I knew their cities, their citadels and their rubbish bins. I saw concrete pillars deface the earth, steel machines shred its flesh and suck its blood. I saw the genius serve vice and cruelty, ugliness and mediocrity like a bottomless abyss.


I tasted the destruction, the terror and the stench. I rubbed shoulders with the obscurantism, the superstition and the inquisition. I saw the pyres rise and men exterminate all those who dared dream and hope.


I saw decapitated heads, limbs torn off, torn bodies exhibited to the four winds. I saw the pack chase its condemned man with hatred to the gallows. I saw the human beast wallow in blood and ashes and enjoy its crime ad nauseam.


I embraced the dreamer and his dream, as one blessed the light arising from nothingness, the rose victorious over ruins, mud and time. I spat, threw up, and cursed myself not having known how to protect, save and avenge.


But these shameful days will be over, when comes that day when the martyrs of life gather their dreams and join the maquis. They’ll find shelter beyond the hills, in the hollow of the white mountains, on the great sea of ice.


Nature will be their strength and their element, rain and wind will be their shield. They’ll prove themselves in the cold, before the great trial of fire, from which they’ll forge their weapons and shape their ideas.


Then, they’ll put on the armour, ride in storm and fall upon the monster and his beast, for the reconquest of the world and the tribute to the earth.


And if tomorrow you are this king, living among the living, between heaven and earth, rocked by the sea, know to whom you owe your life. And if tomorrow you are this human debris, miserable tyrant of a scorched land, cursed be those who gave you the throne, shame on us and woe upon you.


Pierre Jalby " 20 01 17 0044 " - 191 cm x 150 cm






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