It was a hot, sunny day, and we danced in endless fluctuations, breaking waves and clapping sounds echoing into the far distance, mingling in indiscriminate rhythms. Enchanted and carefree, we moved under the glimmering sun, which shone relentlessly upon us, lifting us high into the sky, evaporating us into streams of clouds. From afar, our movements appeared abstract and dull, the same dance now airy and flowing. Below, the vast sea lay in slumber, calm and forgetful, caught in a slow, constant trance, reflecting our forms in its dark azure mirror. This mirror bespoke of a face that slowly changed and dissolved into the void, yet the wind guided us aimlessly, formless and free. As we rose higher into the cold, we yearned to fall back, and so we did, dropping in a drizzle this time into a small lake. There, the fragrance of a fragmented flower floated on the wavy surface, gazed by the cold eyes of an old silent hermit. He sat by the lake, retelling our tale to himself—a tale recounted endlessly by unfathomable minds before him. . Pushkar Lake/India/2023 Music : @b.pioulard

Dubai

Portrait of a Generation

March 08, 2010 in Exhibition

Glad to have to have two of my images exhibited in Tashkeel Gallery in Dubai.