There is a part of me that lives in daydreams.
When I drift there, I go to faraway places that feel almost remembered rather than invented. They have their own weather, their own light, their own emotional atmosphere. Sometimes I return from them with only a color, a face, a field of flowers, a room, an animal, or the feeling of being watched over by something ancient and mysterious.
My videos are my attempt to recreate those places.
They are not meant to be literal stories. They are visual poems. Each one begins with an inner feeling: longing, desire, grief, wildness, enchantment, tenderness, transformation. I try to build an environment around that emotion so the viewer can step inside it for a little while.
In that way, the videos are extensions of my poems and books. They are another language for the same inner world: image, movement, music, atmosphere, and memory.
When I make them, I am trying to bring back something I saw in a daydream before it disappears.
Sometimes the places I see in my daydreams do not feel imagined. They feel remembered, as if they belong to another lifetime, or to some hidden room inside the soul. I do not always know where they come from, but I recognize them when they arrive.
There are moments in life like that too. Rare ones. You pass someone, or they pass you, and for less than a second your eyes meet. Nothing happens, and yet something ancient opens. It is spiritual. A kind of recognition that goes deeper than language, deeper than personality, deeper even than this one life.
It feels like memory moving through the body.
That is the feeling I try to recreate in my visual poetry: the sense that an image, a face, a landscape, or a creature can carry an old emotional truth. Something half-seen, half-remembered. Something that touches the bones before the mind has time to name it.
Watch the visual poetry on YouTube: Gesso Cocteau YouTube Channel
Watch the visual poetry on YouTube: Gesso Cocteau YouTube Channel
