Céline Dréan

En un extraño purgatorio de objetos metálicos, un postigo representado por un pequeño busto de un hombre calvo, rememora su existencia.

My life as a farmer came to an end on October 6, 2001, the day I left my farm. That was 17 years ago and yet nothing has changed there. Only the nature takes its rights. I still have photos, films and sounds. But I miss my land, viscerally.