MARCH 21, France oscillates between curfew and confinement. The sacred hearth has become a punishment to the comfort suffered.
It is in this anxiety-provoking context that I decide to go and meet the agricultural world. Away from the megalopolis, the place called Kerchir shelters mobile constructions out of time. The home is ephemeral, the souls of passage: a benevolent stage in a perpetual movement.
Simple.
A spared rural parenthesis; where each moment is realized in a pure present.
Human, sensitive.

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Nicolaï Salmon 

Saturne sept