Babylone, Thierry Urbain

Ulysses was thinking about everything his mother had told him: about the bodies over there, resting in their tombs, lying on their sides, legs folded, one hand beneath the cheek, the other stretched along the body — a very large body with a deformed skull, painted in ochre. At the crossroads of the souls of the North and of Sumer, asleep in the wind, the corpses waited to begin again, for the gods to give them a sign.

Gallerie Pons, 1993
French text by Sophie Khan and Frédéric Lambert
Soft cover
26 x 20 cm