Anne Sabatelli

It’s firstly the portrait of an area, France’s north coast between Dunkirk and Calais, where Olivier Derousseau lives and works: ransacked landscapes, port installations, plumes of smoke from the chimneys of petrochemical facilities, blown by the wind… It’s also a musical suite in five parts, a kind of minimalist blues lovingly composed in memory of time and people that have disappeared: the constant bass of juggernauts on the motorway, the percussion of the wind in the microphones, all the world’s sounds blending into a repetitive guitar thread. And it’s a melancholy meditation on the stuff of days, the flesh of the future, on irretrievable erasure and the traces waiting and hoping to be saved.

From what was to me a gift of friendship day: a book makes some of Rosa Luxemburg's prison letters written by her friends Sonia Liebknecht and Mathilde Wurm between July 1916 and October 1918. And all the jingles who composed this period: songs of birds, plants, colors and sounds passages. Those for events in the events of the being-locked. As for the outside: October, World War Revolution, The emigrant and Chaplin The Adventurer, The affliction flowers and Klee's zoological garden. Appearances / disappearances, present stories, their intertwined. Destinies.