In the eye of Palmer
In the life of a grape, everything comes full circle.
From the first cottony bud to the flower blossom
From a tiny lead pellet to the size of a pea
As it grows it turns round and round its pips
In dialogue with itself.
Even in the darkness of the cellar, from the barrels to the bottles
The circle continues to define the cycle of each berry.
Even the table is marked by it:
Underneath the glass, on the tablecloth, an impression is left behind – a ring.
"Arriving in Marseille, on a summer night, this marked circle, drawn on a wall: intriguing, what did it mean?
No idea, really! But photography doesn't care. What matters is having seen the image! What is an image in photography? Precisely, something unusual that gets your attention, even if this something seems … uninteresting!"
© Bernard Plossu, Marseille 1991
Bernard Plossu is represented by Arrêt sur l'image Galerie.