SENSE

Claire Clelia Baldo | 2014-2015

In Sense 2 : 7, Claire Clelia Baldo examines the universe of the skin and body as a landscape. A sensory exploration through the gaze, the touch. The sensation of the skin gradually taking shape, forming improbable routes, secret places of intimacy, adding to or subtracting from the known, offering a new vision of the other. The caress of the eye being a pretext for an unprecedented exploration. On these new paths, in the hollows, following the curves, the shadows, the light delicately explores this new body.

Sense – 1

A blast and a shout
Nothing holds you
The bark skin rubs
Against the lines
Of your arched body

Sense – 2
Touch the memory
It’s a drawing of red lines
Half-closed eyes looking at you
And a smile biting the flesh of your laughter
Soft intoxicating madness
You shall never follow me

Sense – 3
I choose the fire
The red, the heat
Far away the road
Leading to that place
Stretching the skin
Like a changing veil
I wait 

Sense – 4
You were giving birth to the language you dreamt
Feeding freedoms in your imagination
Suspend every movement you created
Hear them calling you
And then look

Sense -5
Come closer to the window
The light is changing the shape of things
Moving between the shoes of passing people
It’s a surprise for this evening
A gift 
Just for me

Sense – 6
It’s a crossing, again
Always
Scathing sounds calling my every steps
It’s a game of echoes
I play

Sense – 7
It’s a just a journey
Give me your name
I will remember this time
Before crossing other borders
And throwing my steps in new wells

Sense – 8
A shadow once whispered to me
The liquid note is still present
It’s not cold, it’s sweet and gold
It is all the essence we need

Sense – 9
A finger on your skin
That story I follow
Landscapes hidden and discovered
The sandalwood scent in my memories
It’s a guide of old times

Sense – 10
You are new 
I can see you through the curtain
A smile for an answer and a wish to come
Feel the wind and the warmth
Blue glass pearls as eyes

Sense -11
It’s just water, just the feel of it
Around you, in you
Melting your skin
Reflecting the colours of ancient skys
It has a name, I can’t remember