Mathieu Sauvat

More than five years ago, I drew this shape for the first time, almost unintentionally. Although the mysteries concealed within this symbol had not yet revealed themselves to me, I had already decided to name it: a mystery. I wished I could step into this dream. I searched for a place where the lines traced by the roads would draw a mystery. The horizon: it is in Bourgogne-Franche-Comté.

Bordeaux. Anne has no friends, no children, no lovers; she is alone and seems disconnected from the world. She pretends to live, going through life and her encounters like a disembodied being, without passion. Something drives her to seek human contact, and something also holds her back. Recently, she has been hearing strange noises in the walls of her apartment. A bird appears...