Commuting

How many images to report on a journey? Maybe two are enough, one for departure and another for arrival. The in-between remains like a mirage, a sensory numbness. The 11km of cycling between Tauzin and Ravezies via the Grands Boulevards of Bordeaux are covered by bike like in a dream. That morning, the light rose in a thick mist. The colors are sepia, washed out. Some remarkable shapes, a special atmosphere. Not a cat in this between dogs and wolves. As a counterpoint, I imagine a palette of oranges and mauves that I superimpose on my vision. I take these fleeting moments with me. These little graphic notes will accompany me throughout my working day.