Croire au mal

Once again lost, humans and ghosts scream, laugh, dance, and sing, sometimes forgetting the worst, but most often wavering. And troubled Zora no longer knows where to turn, whether to waltz with the dead or take care of her family, whether to believe in the beauty of evil or in the hideous images of the modern world. Between abyss and condo, she carves her own path, seeking light. And we, spectators of the world, in front of this abstract painting, this terrifying stage of freedom, find reassurance on the other side of the veil, protected, fortunately forgetting that elsewhere children fall.