Félicia Atkinson
‘A Forest Petrifies: Diamond Feedback’ (SP113)

Félicia Atkinson A Forest Petrifies Diamond Feedback

Félicia Atkinson A Forest Petrifies Diamond Feedback

Félicia Atkinson A Forest Petrifies Diamond Feedback

Félicia Atkinson A Forest Petrifies Diamond Feedback

Félicia Atkinson A Forest Petrifies Diamond Feedback

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Félicia Atkinson

A Forest Petrifies: Diamond Feedback

56 pp.
perfect bound
softcover
2 colors offset (black + 1 PMS)
Format: 110 x 180 mm
Print run: 700 copies
Language: English
Rennes, October 2019
ISBN: 978-2-36582-035-6

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ABOUT   A forest petrifies: Diamond Feedback is the first part of a larger novel in several episodes.
Inspired by the Petrified Forest in Arizona and its ability to change over time from an organic to a mineral state, the story was concieved by the musician and artist Félicia Atkisnon over the past five years, while its on-going writing has been the starting point of many of Atkinson’s music lyrics and recent records and exhibitions.

A part of the book takes place in the middle of the desert in an indistinct future. Two men are having a discussion by a fire in a modernist house. The music they are listening to is not emitted by a device but by themselves, it’s a new kind of technology. They look at the embers of the fire and it reminds them of a painting by Jeronemus Bosch. They suddenly wonder if those embers could be a republic of some kind.

A Forest Petrifies is a novel about the perception of time and how some places mark people’s minds.

Text: Félicia Atkinson
Translation: Rachel Valinsky
Design: Bartolomé Sanson

EXTRACT   An old dream came back to me, one of those adolescent, nocturnal visions: I am a crocus, most likely, under the snow. I wait for the thaw, which does not come. I start to look around me. What is this covered up environment made of? What’s this terrifying basement? I realize that I am the only flower left, that around me are only grass, insects, and small flames. I wonder, flames under the snow? How clever! Shouldn’t they make the snow melt? I begin to shiver, praying that one of them devours and warms me up all at once. I forget the word for hell, and distract myself from what is happening to me by trying to find it. I wake up before finding out if the snow, and the earth, had completely melted.