Beech

A young woman gradually moves away from the real world and enters a forest of mysteries and dreams.
Its liana-like body approaches, insinuates itself, slips until it blends into the wood.
In this moment of solitude she does not lock herself away. She takes a step back, a step back too.
She gathers her strength and opens wide the windows, those which look out onto elsewhere and onto the intimate.
A harmonious and hypnotic body-to-body between an extraordinary apparatus and a young woman in full metamorphosis.

Beech was born from a reflection on the vital need for solitude.
Today we are assailed by external stimuli, solicited almost every moment of the day and night by ever more pressing and demanding needs.
It is becoming increasingly difficult for us to find moments of pause and silence.
How then can we center ourselves and know ourselves?
How can we make the most of these sweet moments of solitude that shape our personality and our freedom?

"To suffer from solitude is a bad sign; I have never suffered from anything but multitudes."
F. Nietzsche