I have read again for the umpteenth time the collection Du domaine by Guillevic.
I find new inspiration with each reading.
A slate engraving, filled with rust & wax for a poem about time
(home made translation : Here the time, believes itslef innocent)
and a poem on rain (and time), engraved on a terracotta pot, which I have already posted in video but of which I give you a still image (I recommend the video, the problem of the pots being their roundness which prevents us to cover their entire circumference at a glance).