ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR

 

This is the story of what can be guessed, often takes shape beyond first appearances, when intuition already dares to tell us that it is happening here, in the chance of the footprints left by the horses in the meadow one morning. winter, much more than simple ice frozen in the traces of hooves left on the ground.

Nature then offered me some astonishing sketches, sublime and, ultimately, limpid for some of them.

Others, more modest no doubt, darker too, would then demand, and a posteriori, a greater research effort to be revealed and finally brought to light.

 

The same goes for each of us.

I gladly let myself be carried away to the Land of these Wonders in order to be able to offer you here:

The other side of the mirror.

Helene.