ASTEROIDES
28 x 21 cm, photography, 2004
Q: Does this universe consist of fruits and vegetables?
A: It offers a different way of looking at familiar things—a perspective that transforms the microcosm into a macrocosm. What appears ordinary at one scale can evoke entirely new worlds at another.
Q: The textures resemble the rugged surfaces of the Moon or Mars. Do your asteroids really exist?
A: Whether the source is an apple, a lemon, or another organic form is ultimately secondary. What interests me is the visual and material analogy, where everyday matter can suggest planetary landscapes and cosmic phenomena.
Q: Fruits decay, whereas planets are not organic. Can their destinies truly be compared?
A: Both are subject to processes of transformation and impermanence. Fruits and planets each have their own life cycles, differing only in scale and duration—one unfolding over days or months, the other over billions of years.
28 x 21 cm, photography, 2004
Q: Does this universe consist of fruits and vegetables?
A: It offers a different way of looking at familiar things—a perspective that transforms the microcosm into a macrocosm. What appears ordinary at one scale can evoke entirely new worlds at another.
Q: The textures resemble the rugged surfaces of the Moon or Mars. Do your asteroids really exist?
A: Whether the source is an apple, a lemon, or another organic form is ultimately secondary. What interests me is the visual and material analogy, where everyday matter can suggest planetary landscapes and cosmic phenomena.
Q: Fruits decay, whereas planets are not organic. Can their destinies truly be compared?
A: Both are subject to processes of transformation and impermanence. Fruits and planets each have their own life cycles, differing only in scale and duration—one unfolding over days or months, the other over billions of years.
Solo at Ching-Shang Poliform, Taipei, Taiwan, 2009 / Solo at Galerie Grand Siècle, Taipei, Taiwan, 2009 / Solo at Espace Mezzara, Paris, France, 2005
Paris 17 janvier 2007
Mordecaï MOREH
artiste peintre
Mei-Tsen Chen était une petite fille espiègle qui courait derrière un papillon, fascinée par l'irisation magique de ses ailes !
Eblouie par les rayons du soleil matinal, elle trébucha et tomba dans l'étang.
Maculée de boue, déshabillée par les vagues, elle était nue, frêle et fébrile tel un mollusque parmi les fossiles.
Dans les entrailles de son cerveau enfiévré, elle perçoit le firmament avec des myriades d'astres-melons, de planètes-pastèques, de lunes-cacahouètes, le soleil-fraise-fournaise torride, Saturne est une pomme de tentation pour notre joie et notre plus grand désespoir !
Venus fille des écumes, chevauche les flots sur une coquille, la perle est une larme secrétée dans la détresse d'une nuit sans lune.
La naissance est un cri, la mort, un profond soupir, entre les deux : tant d'illusions et de prétentions.
Ah ! si seulement ma mère était restée aussi jeune qu'au jour de ma naissance !
Paris, January 17, 2007
Mordecaï Moreh
painter
Mei-Tsen Chen was a mischievous little girl running after a butterfly, fascinated by the magical iridescence of its wings!
Dazzled by the rays of the morning sun, she stumbled and fell into a pond.
Smeared with mud, stripped bare by the waves, she was naked, fragile and trembling, like a mollusk among fossils.
Within the feverish depths of her imagination, she perceives the firmament filled with myriad celestial bodies: melon-stars, watermelon-planets, peanut-moons; the furnace-like strawberry sun blazing overhead; Saturn, an apple of temptation, offering both our greatest joy and our deepest despair!
Venus, daughter of the foam, rides the waves upon a shell; the pearl is but a tear, secreted in the anguish of a moonless night.
Birth is a cry; death, a profound sigh. Between the two lie so many illusions and pretensions.
Ah, if only my mother had remained as young as she was on the day I was born!
Mordecaï MOREH
artiste peintre
Mei-Tsen Chen était une petite fille espiègle qui courait derrière un papillon, fascinée par l'irisation magique de ses ailes !
Eblouie par les rayons du soleil matinal, elle trébucha et tomba dans l'étang.
Maculée de boue, déshabillée par les vagues, elle était nue, frêle et fébrile tel un mollusque parmi les fossiles.
Dans les entrailles de son cerveau enfiévré, elle perçoit le firmament avec des myriades d'astres-melons, de planètes-pastèques, de lunes-cacahouètes, le soleil-fraise-fournaise torride, Saturne est une pomme de tentation pour notre joie et notre plus grand désespoir !
Venus fille des écumes, chevauche les flots sur une coquille, la perle est une larme secrétée dans la détresse d'une nuit sans lune.
La naissance est un cri, la mort, un profond soupir, entre les deux : tant d'illusions et de prétentions.
Ah ! si seulement ma mère était restée aussi jeune qu'au jour de ma naissance !
Paris, January 17, 2007
Mordecaï Moreh
painter
Mei-Tsen Chen was a mischievous little girl running after a butterfly, fascinated by the magical iridescence of its wings!
Dazzled by the rays of the morning sun, she stumbled and fell into a pond.
Smeared with mud, stripped bare by the waves, she was naked, fragile and trembling, like a mollusk among fossils.
Within the feverish depths of her imagination, she perceives the firmament filled with myriad celestial bodies: melon-stars, watermelon-planets, peanut-moons; the furnace-like strawberry sun blazing overhead; Saturn, an apple of temptation, offering both our greatest joy and our deepest despair!
Venus, daughter of the foam, rides the waves upon a shell; the pearl is but a tear, secreted in the anguish of a moonless night.
Birth is a cry; death, a profound sigh. Between the two lie so many illusions and pretensions.
Ah, if only my mother had remained as young as she was on the day I was born!