line of the month

Like a movement stopped in a freeze frame, alternation of balance and directional hesitation,  like an image in reflection on the water scrambled by the waves of the passage of a boat.

Seen in the installations, back from travel, the bottles here are more focused in more intimacy, in their own world. Are we in a hamman or the boudoir of Madam de Sévigné? Some, such of the pass-walls, emerge from the wall on which they rest, others on their pedestal remain languorous in their evening toga.