The glabella is the hairless region between the two eyebrows.
Glabelle duet is the meeting between two abrupt appeals for solitude, two abrupt, panicked appetites that find each other in the tension that lies in this spatial area that never ceases to contract or expand.
And so the écorché says: who is it?
A person whose face is lost in time, standing watch on the edge of a battlefield.
A forgotten tower
He is seated beside a mirror that does not reflect his image, neither facing us nor in profile. His silhouette faded forever. He is only what he sees or foresees: two hands, alea nasi, expressions that he imagines – if he smiles, if he closes his eyes on the ruined landscapes of his campaigns, if he clenches his jaw at the memory of the world.
He is seated on a stool. He focuses on the penumbra of memories he would like to paint.
Only his head surges forth. The avenues of escape are within him and nowhere else. He escapes by inventing other mirrors.
He is the instigator of reconstructed stories. His own story hinges solely on gesture and desire.
He no longer has an existence of his own.
He watches his century pass by.