Henry Pouillon
Wednesday March 16, 2022: he finished early and allowed himself the walk. The sun is tempered by a northeast breeze. Rain fell heavily and temperatures rose. A young canopy filters the path. For some time now, deer and birds of prey have returned. He hears a motor approaching then disappearing. The drone moves away. The front is not that far away. This evening, no performance at the Mariupol theater. I am the son of the poet Alain Cléry. For me, the human aspect is crucial. I practice computer graphics interpolation. I also believe in breaking down barriers, hybridizing, and continuing to explore.
No_war_s_40 : "Marioupol", interpolation, 17*12 cm;2022; printset = 8
