Video tour of a working alchemist's laboratory in France. There is a special quality to the space where stuff is made with the complete intensity of the intelligence, the heart, the soul, the spirit. There is no appreciation of "sterility" here, instead the opposite, it is as though the ceramics and glassware in their wooden shrines and dusty counters invite impurity to give meaning to purity in contrast, and in context...just as the imperfection of your lover is the perfect setting for the gem of your love, which is perfect in anticipation and regret only, never in the moment of work....impure, dust-blessed, asymmetrical work: A mere promise of the final art. And after the true art, the artist has disappeared, and the tourists parade back and forth in their dusty settings, looking everywhere for the clue except to their own imperfections, their own materia prima, their own lapis exilis.
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