
The practice of an art is naturally a catharsis. It takes place by the
crossing of a gate like that of Alice, to remake itself, like the
player who risks still and still his chance to repair, to rebuild his
setting. The artist does not feel different from those with which it
gives to see or to hear what it creates. Simply, he knows this kind of
temporary fright which removes neither the clearness of its vision to
him, nor the safety of its feature, but spreads it beyond itself, in
an abandonment that collects its fabric and which will do of it what
others will call "a work". He does not know that it is a work; it
knows just that what it tested is without measurement, does not have a
name, does not support any comment. It followed a breath which passes
fertile, and moves away. That he is a painter, poet, sculptor or
musician do not change anything with the creative experiment into his
bottom. It is well why the painter can pass to the writing,
philosophize or decide constantly of his course, to adapt the tools
which inspire it. Arts are dialects of the same original and quiet
language, but which always speaks in the heart about work. The
art-therapy is a transitional space, the field of greeting in
extension of the claissic therapies, where the words come from the
creative experiment, beacons, buoys, reference marks install. The
art-therapy reflects a kind of card intimate, returns visu, the layout
of an operation which is read, gets along, is given to see. In this
direction, the deployed word materializes, incarnates the
identity of the subject which is questioned and in the act, is thus
rebuilt, remade, as on a green carpet. To follow....