Isolated always advance. All the garden surrounds her. She forgot her house, her sorrows, her clothes. - I was mistaken about the tree. She kisses the dog and begins to crawl. Often, Isolated leaves a piece of lunch. She cherishes a certain branch, collects mysterious clues Flush with the grass. Sometimes, very high on little knotty legs, cambered kidneys, with pointed mouth she lifts her head; Bangs starting at the ears stop at the birth of her lashes (like thorns). She lives in the midst of trees, without knowing anyone. Looking right, left, sees nothing. But there, next to her, a large fly buzzing, and this fly, the sheer size, traces around her large circles. And always this same fly around her, then landed on a finger; by far, it appears as a black ring slipped onto white skin. Isolated she collects everything she finds on the ground and puts them carefully, good or bad, in her small bag, The rotten will be for the dog. The photographer follows her without being too daring help, always feeling a bit worried The presence among these treasures spread in the foam. Logs, bark, grass, ground, dog, fly are mixed, married, confused. Isolated would have liked to embrace the leaves, the trunks, the dear flowers.
Programs
her clothes.
And always this same fly around her,
