Mrs. S. my Dutch teacher in the Netherlands used to compare the learning of a foreign language to this painting by Dali in which a human body is full of drawers. “Every language is a drawer, don’t mix the drawers, don’t try to compare, everybody in everybody’s home!” she said fondling the cat Rosa.
One after one I fell into these drawers like Alice in her hole. Each time I am someone else in another world confronted to the absurd and the bizarre... When I open my mouth, I am not me anymore. It is a punch and Judy show, Carnival, sometimes a race after words in a deep and overcrowded forest...
It’s a slightly archaic and uncomfortable time where speaking becomes a strange foreigner’s act. I am an innocent new born and a daring knight of Words as well, investigating the language as a new and vast country where I know I can get lost.
[But everything is possible since everything is a (re)commencement. ]