Œuvres Bucolic & Broken Pierre Alexandre Tremblay

Bucolic & Broken

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“Art is not about the shock of something new. It’s about arranging the old in such a way that you see it afresh.”

Sarah Kane, in a letter to Graham Saunders, February 13, 1998

This piece is an ode to the fragile beauty of post-industrial rural England, crumbling in this post-Brexit era (for a much longer time, some might say) yet still holding together by some strange magic, or by the force of habit. It is a sonic commentary on my new home, the North, which is in effect in the middle of the Island that forms most of the country in which I settled in with my family almost 12 years ago, a divided kingdom.

It is as a sort of anxious love song contemplating its bucolic beauty, where the protected moors, the omnipresent stone walls dividing the minuscule allotments, the fashionably converted factories, the refreshing re-planted forests, all mingle with the memento of a more prosper era: the unkempt gardens, the ash-stained walls, the many broken windows (when not altogether bricked), the closed shops in cheap architectural atrocities… On the one hand, the orange colour of the sunlight gives to nature’s greeneries a pictorial shade; on the other hand, the frequent cloud ceiling mixes everything in a soup of brown and grey.

It is also a hug to its people, with their resilience, composure, and stoicism, where a cup of tea seems to put everything in perspective. Anywhere else such a division would create chaos and unrest. Here, it seems that everyone is taking a deep breath, pausing to observe the waters, before the plunge.



  • 29 avril 2017, BEAST FEaST 2017: Concert 7, Elgar Concert Hall — Bramall Music Building — University of Birmingham, Birmingham (Angleterre, RU)

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