2007 | PAL | 45sek | 4:3
The humanbeing is born in solitude. Out of longing one invents ways to touch and move.The very beautifull medow is so close to the body. The body rubs, touches, smells the green. The body is above the earth, on a medow, full of daffodills. Only the motionless reminds of recreation and death.
Facing death i take pleasure in the dance. It is a triumphant bodyexpression one lives.The lonly nature of mankind moves.