N’oublie pas l’hiver : carried shaddows
The title came to me first, don’t forget winter, and its long shadows, where everything happens underground. While the mildness of spring was about to give way to the heat of summer, I proposed a time marked against time, that of winter in spring, of an abstract hour that never quite returns. in the same way.
Don’t forget winter, it’s also the link that binds us to history, the cycle of life and death, the madness of men, uprootings and departures.
So I re-drew the shadows of the trees for the month of February mirrored. These shadows are meant to travel far from their source.
The title came to me first, don’t forget winter, and its long shadows, where everything happens underground. While the mildness of spring was about to give way to the heat of summer, I proposed a time marked against time, that of winter in spring, of an abstract hour that never quite returns. in the same way.
Don’t forget winter, it’s also the link that binds us to history, the cycle of life and death, the madness of men, uprootings and departures.
So I re-drew the shadows of the trees for the month of February mirrored. These shadows are meant to travel far from their source.