Video 1 channel, sound, 14’49

Around the age of ten I sometimes had the feeling that shadows falling on me were going to imprint my skin for life.
These cast shadows, dark and crossing solar tattoos, deeply impressed my senses, my gaze,
more than my skin in their mysterious movements, their unexpected connections.
This initiatory fascination for shadows projected by the interplay of sun and wind undoubtedly awakened me to the unforeseen flows and breaths of life, then to the cinema in the sensuality of a dance punctuated by chance.
Thirty years later I tried to link one of my perceptions of time to a film that I hope can be watched again and again for the first time.