« Under those chaotoc skies, like if we were waking up the day after the end of the world, here is the viscerally vitiated, divided and moft often dark universe that Marie Sordat gives us to see over the pages. A world that radiates the desire for a wonderland that we would never have known, and whose desillusioned memory would be sealed on the other side of some miror of melancholy. »

David Martens

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