Saint-Riquier

Vegetal music whose lines are becoming emancipated to ferret around the marked out space of squares and to progress searching for liberation.
Thinking about the bodies that surrender themselves to winter accepting its embrace, about the being who is standing there completely unnoticed. Realities that coexist, ignoring each other, solely worried about their own survival.
Fleeing the useful and the useless. Available and expecting nothing.
Advancing in the garden, walking along its walls. I am lingering. Simply enjoying the pleasure of being there, loneliness and silence, the instant like the eternity, crossed by the light and the dampness of the evening, my somewhat muddy shoes.

Alain Levillain