Peter Roche

Gerince megtört, deformált, fedlapja kopottas. This story begins and ends with a photograph taken when I was two years old. Finding it was like discovering that I really did exist after all . It was as if someone was saying ‘No, it wasn’t all in your imagination, that childhood really did...

When your faceappeared over my crumpled lifeat first I understoodonly the poverty of what I have.Then its particular lighton woods, on rivers, on the sea,became my beginning in the colored worldin which I had not yet had my beginning.I am so frightened, I am so frightened,of the unexpected sunrise...

COLOURSWhen your faceappeared over my crumpled lifeat first I understoodonly the poverty of what I have.Then its particular lighton woods, on rivers, on the sea,became my beginning in the coloured worldin which I had not yet had my beginning.I am so frightened, I am so frightened,of the unexpected...