Gil Rigoulet

Gil Rigoulet: Deaf Love

Gil Rigoulet: Deaf Love

“But soon there will be nothing left. Traces of lipstick on a glass remind us that only a few moments before, bodies were intertwined, each lusting for the other. Only objects remain. Now left to their own demise. Vases, glasses, full of words and clues and gasps and sighs from vanished passions. Objects placed in a particular order. An order…