Is aging, obese, breathless humanity still capable of anything other than these attempts at inharmonious dialogue between bodies, where what binds is also what kills? L'image arrêtée is a striking observation of the last hiccups of caged humanity. But life and work are everywhere in the sound, in the babbling and musical lapping of the wave, in the irreducible belief that a work of art can save the world from oblivion.
