The flood according to me, 2013
Raining things, plastic raining, various things raining… Shovels, wheels, boards, books, saws, buckets…
Wit in a universe where only light can impress the film. Words fly away, the pictures stay. Welcome to a world where megalomania is under control, liberated just the moment the shutter closes. Quentin Bertoux takes over Magritte’s hat, and Louis XV’s word, but no matter because here, all is just ephemeral.