À l’ombre, alanguies
The three of us wanted to explore the idea of a Mediterranean patio. It started with a poem recalling a summer evening in the south of France: that fleeting moment when colors change and shadows grow. This gave rise to a tufted wall that extends into a carpet on the floor. The wall is pierced by a window, leaving the viewer to ponder. Maak & Transmettre invites the viewer to experience this piece by wandering around it, playing with the transparency of the window, or lounging on it. The scenographic, almost theatrical result straddles the line between a work of art and a design object.
“A carpet on which you lounge and lie down, watching the traveler’s tree sway in the breeze from the half-open window. Beside me, my sisters play silently on the chessboard and time is slow. The sun is fading, growing the shadows of the arches. Leaning against this piece of wood, languid on the “bancaous”. In the distance, I can hear the clinking of glasses on the tray Mathilde brings out onto the patio. The garlands light up. The cool tomette beneath my feet, subdued by the curtains. Insects want to join the party and swirl around our glasses of limoncello. Each one stops, leaving the throbbing mugginess of the afternoon for the cool of the night, giving way to a party under the playful gaze of birds.”
photos, illustrations ⓒ Maak & Transmettre
À l’ombre, alanguies
The three of us wanted to explore the idea of a Mediterranean patio. It started with a poem recalling a summer evening in the south of France: that fleeting moment when colors change and shadows grow. This gave rise to a tufted wall that extends into a carpet on the floor. The wall is pierced by a window, leaving the viewer to ponder. Maak & Transmettre invites the viewer to experience this piece by wandering around it, playing with the transparency of the window, or lounging on it. The scenographic, almost theatrical result straddles the line between a work of art and a design object.
“A carpet on which you lounge and lie down, watching the traveler’s tree sway in the breeze from the half-open window. Beside me, my sisters play silently on the chessboard and time is slow. The sun is fading, growing the shadows of the arches. Leaning against this piece of wood, languid on the “bancaous”. In the distance, I can hear the clinking of glasses on the tray Mathilde brings out onto the patio. The garlands light up. The cool tomette beneath my feet, subdued by the curtains. Insects want to join the party and swirl around our glasses of limoncello. Each one stops, leaving the throbbing mugginess of the afternoon for the cool of the night, giving way to a party under the playful gaze of birds.”
photos, illustrations ⓒ Maak & Transmettre