« The Thought is a Chrysalis, the Word is a butterfly. » Louis-Philippe Robidoux 1897-1957.
The « Chrysalises » seem to float and create an atmosphere marked by serenity. A freeze-frame where they seem animated by their bursting internal life, allowing some strange animal to escape. The mystery of their openings, which seem to have been eaten away, poses questions. We are witness to the birth of an immaculate flower, Opalescent « Butterfly » wings on a bronze branch, like a suggested orchid all in velvet.