L’Île imaginaire

“My face is all red, with nothing but an eye, in the forehead. I move through impenetrable fog, a little lost in cluttered ideas.I am being pursued by shadows in vast dazzling regions. My demons infuse me with a thousand deliria to entertain me and draw me further away from melancholy.”

Patricia Dreyfus, Dreams on the imagined island (Extract from the Carnet de Notes), 2017