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[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="5/6" css=".vc_custom_1776266016443{padding-top: 0px !important;}"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1776265903997{margin-bottom: 50px !important;}"]Les arbres jouent aux nuages - Une série qui invite à une nouvelle perspective sur l'interaction entre les arbres et les nuages, le jeu entre la légèreté et l'enracinement, le lourd...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column width="5/6" css=".vc_custom_1776266016443{padding-top: 0px !important;}"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1777302461731{margin-bottom: 50px !important;}"]La réalité de deux générations, manifestée dans deux imprimeries Toulousaines. Une invitation à l’exploration, à la curiosité, et à l’empathie. Installation : thick description (Clifford Geertz), photographies en couleurs, textes et sons[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column css=".vc_custom_1777304412917{padding-top: 0px !important;padding-bottom: 50px !important;}"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1777304358566{margin-bottom: 50px !important;}"] SUMMERTIME   is fire season.   AFTER THE FIRE   Silence.   Mourning.   Healing.   Then:   LIFE URGING TO LIGHT.   From an ancient source,   programmed in its cells.   With the eager abundance   of the tender first leaf.   LIFE PREVAILS. IN THE COLOUR OF HOPE.   A new morning. Starting...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column css=".vc_custom_1777304412917{padding-top: 0px !important;padding-bottom: 50px !important;}"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1777305352120{margin-bottom: 50px !important;}"] Six o’clock alarm: Rose is missing! A dear friend taking us from architectural hills to the heart of the royal city.   We bid her farewell as it should be when arriving on the eve. Our minds free and...