Ash and foam

It all begins with a tree uprooted by the wind. The one we thought would last forever is lying on its side, it is up to us to make it disappear. sovereign brought down, his greatness seems derisory. Soon, he is cut into calculated portions, we assemble its branches into bundles, we dismember it into branches by branch. The work completed, only the stump remains, the soil of which has not to hold back the mass. The sight of these roots causes vertigo; it is the time of the tree that is exposed to our eyes, the past that it has lived, the future that it was being built. This experience will lead Ludovic Debeurme to undertake a intimate time travel. The disappearance of his parents and the arrival of his daughter placed him halfway through a life that can no longer be content with itself. Every being is the fruit of the destinies that preceded it and its existence announces the lives that will follow it. Shifting from immediate time to the abysses of the past, recalled in a present irradiated by the future, Ludovic Debeurme experiences simultaneous times. Epochs overlap and intertwine in a whirlwind of stories, memories and moments diffracting the images of interwoven lives. A book of gentleness and worry, The ash and foam explores the dizziness that overcomes us when we let us reach "the age our parents were at our age." The supple line of Ludovic Debeurme tells us with simplicity about the depth of the strata emotional that pass through us. Grief, joy and chance draw our lives without consulting us. But it will always be up to us to flush out the serenity that hides there.