The journey begins in a sky of intertwined planets, on a breast starry with the milk of life. The body, like a painting, welcomes motifs whose interpretation eludes the uninitiated eye. Adornments or open books, the writing takes the form of strokes, dots, full and untied fingertips. Erasure is induced in the course of evolution, and we can only accept it, though sometimes with the possibility of fixing what exists before the total disappearance of what was…
Pierre Jaccaud
