Postcard

No doubt it was necessary for the whole world, for not a single part of our world to be representable for me to have the idea of ​​making a postcard. There was there, in this unique moment, a semblance of peace, of plenitude, without anyone, and at the same time a theatricality reduced to beach deckchairs representing the human horde. In front of these empty beach chairs, I wondered how many of us would still be alive this summer of 2024. So, on the back of the postcard I would have written: “Dear sky, dear mountains, dear sea, thank you for still offering us your landscape as the world burns and humanity shrinks. I am now sky, mountains, sea, sand and belong to you”.