Nicolas Desmarchelier draws some refined lines. His hand dance on the screen. Big abstract figures are built under our eyes. The instant vibration freeze in the furrow of some black drawings, then vanishes. The leaf is turned over. New white leaf. Imaginary calligraphies drawn on the sand, and straight away blown out by the wind.

Like a shadow, Yukiko Nakamura crosses the space. Little by little, the view of a dancer becomes an other view, more abstract : a polymorphous matter in a slow transformation. The fibres bend, slacken and stretch, carved by air's movement. This abandoned body seems manipulated by invisibles forces, bewitched by some archaic spirits, which would have found there a perfect docile and supple suit.

Olivier Toulemonde handle sounds. With long springs hanging from the ceiling - like a big spider's web or an old electric machine - he develops large drones which reminds industrial noise, like an echo of the power expended to curve the metal, while the spring was being made in the factory.

Like workers of a giant seismograph, the three artists record movement of earth's crust, skin's oscillations and air's turbulences.

In perfect autonomy, the three join together,

in trough of sound,

in fold of skin,

in thickness of the leaf.