Un poème du souffle et du vent

A hand appears, resting on a white sheet of paper, a pencil between its fingers. Drawn by a sound, it traces a horizon line, then disappears from the frame. The line comes to life and becomes a landscape. A journey begins like a breath of fresh air, as we meet four characters: a flautist, a mountaineer, a sculptor and an emergency doctor, all inhabited by the wind. Their stories intersect to form a single poem made of paper, pencil and charcoal, where everything is invented in the space of a sheet of paper. Translated with DeepL.com (free version) A hand appears, resting on a white sheet of paper, a pencil between its fingers. Drawn by a sound, it traces a horizon line, then disappears from the frame. The line comes to life and becomes a landscape. A journey begins like a breath of fresh air, as we meet four characters: a flautist, a mountaineer, a sculptor and an emergency doctor, all inhabited by the wind. Their stories intersect to form a single poem made of paper, pencil and charcoal, where everything is invented in the space of a sheet of paper. Translated with DeepL.com (free version) A hand appears, resting on a white sheet of paper, a pencil between its fingers. Drawn by a sound, it traces a horizon line, then disappears from the frame. The line comes to life and becomes a landscape. A journey begins like a breath of fresh air, as we meet four characters: a flautist, a mountaineer, a sculptor and an emergency doctor, all inhabited by the wind. Their stories intersect to form a single poem made of paper, pencil and charcoal, where everything is invented in the space of a sheet of paper. Translated with DeepL.com (free version) A hand appears, resting on a white sheet of paper, a pencil between its fingers. Drawn by a sound, it traces a horizon line, then disappears from the frame. The line comes to life and becomes a landscape. A journey begins like a breath of fresh air, as we meet four characters: a flautist, a mountaineer, a sculptor and an emergency doctor, all inhabited by the wind. Their stories intersect to form a single poem made of paper, pencil and charcoal, where everything is invented in the space of a sheet of paper. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)