“Alone against his soul a man does not weigh heavy” – Thierry Metz Originally a tangle. The inextricable maze of any human life? Two third shade, one third day. Or perhaps sky. After the space opens onto landscapes where the share of this same sky outweighs the frozen earth. Where the chance of birds, where the possibility of the day still exist… And after, the road sinks in all the night depths. The human beings caught in the claustrophobia of the frame knock their lives face against walls. The contact sheets are like windows open to the unconscious, the obsessions,...
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