In the hollow of the landscapes that I inhabit, les affluents (the tributaries) are these arms of rivers, these points of confluence, these emotional flows, these sudden contacts and these entrenchments of selfishness that create, through some magical phenomena, a refuge against the erosion of a poetic life. I continue to look into them for practical and aesthetic conditions that can lead me to the ultimate feeling of being alive.

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