water. Weaving structures are in proximity to elements of nature or elements of human construction that connect to an invisible history, a language that gives a sense of strange familiarity. “Each piece is a maze for the eyes, and for me, it’s like a little theater where a goddess, prince or princess, or a genie of the lamp might appear. Creatures that surround them are a cheeky counterpoint to their majesty.” Côme works with a lot of colors and materials that he has accumulated in his practice. Each color refers to a certain period, a certain memory, or a certain location of a journey. He uses nomadic yarns that he has collected from Java to Milan, from India to Spain, or Belleville in Paris. They have a hidden life: they like or dislike each other, match or discord, sing or whistle. Fluorescent pinks and oranges meet green leaves, vermillion red joins white-purple and natural linen, bright blues play with pinks. The colors are punctuations that pause the eye and play with it in this labyrinth of points of intricate reversible lines.
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