A beach in Florida, in February. Walking alone or accompanied,
steps at the same pace to cadence in unison the perpetual ebb and flow of the
sea.
Walking; a journey, a feeling of fullness, of liberation in
front of an open landscape.
Stopping, bending, experimenting, contemplating, thanking.
Go from one point to another one and come back. Evolve on a
beach to find oneself, to get lost, to breathe, to be one with nature, to
find simplicity of gesture, a lightness.
Move forward, step by step, feel the flow, the friction of the feet
on the ground.
Find new way, new paths. To anchor, to re-incarnate, to vibrate
in harmony.
The white noise of the sea, soothing, redundant, cyclical,
reassuring.
The sea licks the territory, one day it will absorb part of it.
In this sweet and fragile region, prone to hurricanes, people
come to take refuge. The inhabitants of North America settle in Florida, a
migration from North to South; in search of a better life.
From North to South/ From South to North/ Migrating for a better
life/ A softer life/ Moving, embarking, risking one’s life to live.
We are fleeing a present that is too heavy.
New histories of humanity are emerging. Who are our ancestors,
our parents, our roots?
Find an anchor, a thickness. From the land, from the water, from
the air, to walk and think, in search of a better life.
An ink to draw, to scribe, to trace our future.
