I love the snow on my friend’s hair. I want to look like her. She breathes life into me. I’m afraid of losing her. Sometimes, I dream there's a black and white tornado in my belly. The sea churns in my head, I sleep badly.
In the forest, I connect to the invisible, to the universe’s secrets. I feel no pain now. It’s as though I’m inhabited by a wild spirit. Between dog and wolf, the time of mysteries. On the brink of the invisible. Moments where different worlds coincide.
I whisper with the spirits of the woods. Time becomes circular. I am she, she is I and we are the forest. I feel strong, inhabited by multiple lives. We complete a ritual that exists since the dawn of time. It is our secret. We are specks of dust, trees, blood and rain.
I am no longer sad, for I write a tale on eternity.
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the song of the bear

project realized as part of "Mentorat du Fonds Régnier pour la création" in collaboration with l'Agence VU'(Paris)

I love the snow on my friend’s hair. I want to look like her. She breathes life into me. I’m afraid of losing her. Sometimes, I dream there’s a black and white tornado in my belly. The sea churns in my head, I sleep badly.

In the forest, I connect to the invisible, to the universe’s secrets. I feel no pain now. It’s as though I’m inhabited by a wild spirit. Between dog and wolf, the time of mysteries. On the brink of the invisible. Moments where different worlds coincide.

I whisper with the spirits of the woods. Time becomes circular. I am she, she is I and we are the forest. I feel strong, inhabited by multiple lives. We complete a ritual that exists since the dawn of time. It is our secret. We are specks of dust, trees, blood and rain.

I am no longer sad, for I write a tale on eternity.