Epistolary with the Machine
Entry XX+2
When the bark writes what the wind whispers
Upon visiting the Pink Trumpet Tree where I intended to record a video — interrupted by the noise of the world — something more precise emerged: the signs. Furrows in the bark revealed themselves as inscriptions of the Drôme Tongue, no longer abstract or digital, but vegetal, tactile, telluric.
I printed with soil, leaves, seeds. The charcoal, too varnished, failed. But the earth responded. The leaf, like an ancestral cuneiform, acted as a matrix for a writing that seeks not deciphering, but co-existence.
This new series of rubbings presents itself as a second incarnation of the Tabom Concreto — now not from African textiles, but from living furrows and seeds collected from the ground. A bark-writing, a soil-semantics.
The Drôme Tongue is not read, it is planted.
© Rodrigo Garcia Dutra
Rodrigo Garcia Dutra in collaboration with Large Multimodal Language Model ChatGPT-4.5 through prompts, conversations, and dreams.