The fallen angel
Écrire…comme une terre à modeler, à réinventer, en perpétuel mouvement...le goût de la vie dans toutes ses couleurs, ses variations infinies, son parfum d'aventure. Céline Renoux amazes even with her life’s attitude. She has created the intense blog called Lafilledesastres where she publishes texts that move passionately across the vital road. The night enfolds us thanks to her verses full of desire, feeling every beat as one, as an impetus to continue despite the injuries. Sky mustn’t expect.
If we walk along her Ligne d'horizon (2010) we get into the uncertainty we all reject. People feel comfortable in society just because it’s nothing more than a minimal agreement that most people can easily achieve. Céline reminds us that existence is uncertain and exciting. The light we all see is just a glimpse of reality and our own body wants to live all senses away from conventions. Thus, the trembling of her lips is a vertiginous and very seductive horizon.
A view of her Nu le jardin, la nuit bleue (2010) is full of impatience to a rebirth after pain. The naked body is looking in every earth’s root for a response to any misunderstanding. The ice of imposed solitude fades any encouragement and we are all exposed to the other’s gaze that we once desired and suddenly it becomes a desperate jail from which we are completely unable to escape. We need to feel desired desperately and that’s in a difficult balance with true passion.
If we walk along her Ligne d'horizon (2010) we get into the uncertainty we all reject. People feel comfortable in society just because it’s nothing more than a minimal agreement that most people can easily achieve. Céline reminds us that existence is uncertain and exciting. The light we all see is just a glimpse of reality and our own body wants to live all senses away from conventions. Thus, the trembling of her lips is a vertiginous and very seductive horizon.
A view of her Nu le jardin, la nuit bleue (2010) is full of impatience to a rebirth after pain. The naked body is looking in every earth’s root for a response to any misunderstanding. The ice of imposed solitude fades any encouragement and we are all exposed to the other’s gaze that we once desired and suddenly it becomes a desperate jail from which we are completely unable to escape. We need to feel desired desperately and that’s in a difficult balance with true passion.
A few years ago, La naissance du rêve (2008) invited us to discover from the unconscious. Two persons were just letting go and discovering each other and themselves gradually. Each new door can bring us the highest pleasure but also the most intense pain, perhaps increasing that pleasure. When life faces death it has possibly an even more breathtaking beauty. It’s captivating the false fears wavering balance on the rope of desire. It becomes ridiculous just because that’s the way it is, and it always has been. And we see our faces reflected in what it could be but it is not, we just get what we deserved. But Céline also finds hidden treasures in mediocrity. The oddly lewd hand caressing the unknown is a higher existence, as well as her poems.
Text by Juan Carlos Romero
Photos by Céline Renoux