Morning Shadows

"I spend my life sitting, like an angel in the hands of a barber." (Rimbaud)
Consider the association suggested by a barber shop between a razor blade and a pen, the brush of a painter and a barber, water, blood and ink. The way in which the main character experiences elemental things.
The light travelling through space inhabits the body, its gestures, sensations and movement. The images – in this diary of lost things – represent loss and the healing of wounds.