“The experiences of a young poetess and artist coming from the age of war and universal deceit are transformed into battles of thoughts and quietly drifting images, only to set the mind on a visualization and sensation time-bomb. The clashes of imagery harmonized with her expression present a depth that can only be witnessed by the movement of a painter’s brush or a sculptor’s fingers. Through her multi-artistic vision and multi-cultural background, Laure Keyrouz makes it easier to grasp a certain notion or tone of expression, and so it feels almost like watching art rather than reading it.”
I and you ink and stone...
A blind winter knitting our breaths with the scythe
We stand with spider masks,
Valleys blushing at our rumbling,
The prayer kneels amongst us,
A harp buries our bells,
Exploding from a bird’s hideaway
Concealing its throat on a wooden board,
And the rain shower fearlessly eating into our past.