In Longuay stands a castle, but only in name. Next to it, the tithe barn, as evident as stone, reminds it of its former calling.
Time and nature, indifferently soil the the two buildings’ windows.
In front of them, perched in fragile equilibrium, a vision machine archives appearances.
Its slow gaze harvests reflections : the light over the landscape, the motion of the wind, the flight of birds, the paths of insects, the shifts in weather.
The portraits of landscapes that take shape and transform before our eyes, are, in a manner of speaking, unnatural.
Between the gaze of the ancient Abbey and the digital iris, parentheses open.
We enter the time of mosses, into a light that knows nothing of us.