Nouveau Monde ! (Le Monde à nouveau)

A woman shouting in a pub, a black cat crossing the road, an electric fence with bursting discharges, a stray poet walking along the cliffs and successfully creating new enemies... I don't know what else to write about this piece. Somewhere in the middle of it, reason will impart that if art can be described in words, it is no longer art. Okay, then this is indeed art, good work, assignment accomplished, except that I'm certainly not one of the piddling few viewers who can tune in or enjoy it in any way. (2023.10.31)