Hands are restless, they break, they denounce, then they leave, guilty and innocent. Objects are absences from which ancient quarrels echo. Sometimes, a few happy memories resurface in the shells. A touch of warmth, enveloped in acid yellow.
Hands are restless, they break, they denounce, then they leave, guilty and innocent. Objects are absences from which ancient quarrels echo. Sometimes, a few happy memories resurface in the shells. A touch of warmth, enveloped in acid yellow.
DirectorsCatherine Buffat,Jean-Luc Gréco
