“It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.”
Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth.

A personal project made during lockdown in 2020, somewhere in the french countryside.

It is about living a day at the time, the value of movement, dance and patience.