Amuse-gueule

Amuse-gueule is built on the contrast between dream and the cruelty of reality. A few steps sketched out, repeated, refined, refined... like a knife sharpened to, this time, cut fate in one's favour. Amuse-gueule is a phantom choreography. It hesitates to such an extent that it almost disappears. A hymn of persistence and resistance, or a soul devoured by ambition? The muscle is lively, but the eye is moist... The walls are closing in, but the outside is so vast that one gets lost in it. Each step is an attempt, a breath on the embers of what is—as yet—alive. It is no longer a repetition: it is an obsession. Something must give. Or all at once.