Petit Enfer

In the picture's dark and dense membrane, a submerged body drifts off into the softness of a dance, moving like a flow of matter where nothing can be erected, where nothing can be fixed. Space falls apart into a slow flow of inner paths – a thick and lifeless stream on which the body tries to lean – which can be unraveled and renamed only by the pounding of the editing. An embryonic state, an archaic body thrust into the night silence of the film, dwelling with its blind nudity in the mysterious depth of the bottomless waters.