Le Bruit des pierres

Stones. Pebbles, rocks, crystals, aeroliths - whatever. Just stones. With their bare faces, polished or grainy, enclosed or radiant. With their broken faces, their sharp edges, their bumpy foreheads. With all their weight of years. They've been here so long. They've seen so much. They've been through it all. Today, however, they seem to be at the end of their tether. Fragile. They're hanging on by a thread. Collapse looms. All the more reason to take an interest. To look at them differently. Listen to them. Learn from them, become one with them. Take them into account, care for them. Treat them as friends. If there's still time. In the midst of suspended stones, the Maison Courbe collective poetizes the meeting of human and mineral. An unexpected dialogue begins, shaking up established divisions.