Marie-Claire Schaeffer

Organic forms are beating and resorbing, reflections dance to the rhythm of Henk BADINGS 'music, circles of light flash like disturbing eyes, perpetual metamorphoses evoke a great living and throbbing organism.

After a nuclear disaster, children born in a bunker know nothing of the real world. A voice reveals the surface to them: the sea, trees, birds, war... Faced with images of the world above, their disbelief—"The surface? It doesn't exist!"—turns to agitation, then chaos: the group unwittingly reenacts the violence of a past that had been hidden from them.