The captivating dampness of a vault, a stairway made of stone. Going down, entering.
Boxes, canvases and books, all scribbled on.
A Caribbean chest, already explored. Pencils and broken leads like a garrison. A paint brush
in the shape of a star, another in a glass. An abandoned wedge of lemon. A suave scent,
raspberry wine, and a leather couch. Drapes to paint on.
A candle. The artist scrutinizes, he draws. Shadows waver. Glimmers sublime the peculiar
The humility becomes a Minotaur on the wall.
Armenia in accordion is consumed.
The smoke embraces the incense to crawl along the stone and saltpeter.
The muse gives away her colours and her spirit watches the flame.
A nervous blade submerges into the paint. Shyness unites with the Minotaur. The nose behind this fragrance is Karine Chevallier.