Un long sommeil

Diary of the summer of 2020, drawn between mountains and lakes: moments, sensations and feelings captured with gouache and pencil. “I walk fast, I pass everyone, no one in front, no one behind, just the sky, the path, the lakes, the sea and shapes, colors that my optical nerve seems to have a lot of trouble recognizing. I want to find myself alone, I don’t lose sight of the horizon, but what is the horizon when everything leaves us raw, a journey that has strayed into our heads to disappear into our cracks.”