|My baby dad as a mountain climber, Mt. Hood.|
|1953 (Korean Conflict) cartooning whilst convalescing in Hawaii.|
|Urs Fischer, ses sculptures, à la Chapelle des Petits Augustins, aux Beaux-arts de Paris, l'école nationale supérieure, Octobre 2012|
September 2011, BAM
Lamentably, his creative career abruptly ended at mid-life and his lonesome death coincides, with uncanny congruence, with this revival of Atys twenty-five years after its first modern performance [the span of the second baroqueux movement, a brilliant time of inspired genius and individuality despite all the rest]!
Full of self-pity, confused and frequently ill-used, my father became completely estranged from the world of the arts, aimless, and ashamed of what seemed to him a personal failure.
His death promptly pursued the demise of a former spouse whom had remained his last essential, tragic narrative.
This theme became the marrow of the overwhelmed man: simply an other of the Other.
Alas, there aren't either, afterall!
Cybèle, & Le Chœur Des Divinitez Des Bois, & Des Eaux [d'Atys].
«Que le malheur d'Atys afflige tout le monde.»
«Que tout sente, icy bas,
L'horreur d'un si cruel trépas.»
|-Marche & l'étendard du régiment de Soissonnais|