There she is, lying at the foot of the cliff, present and invisible, discreetly dominating. Her dress is speckled with ivory and dust.
Mother-of-pearl stains, obsidian shadows, golden tears.
Sky and earth, day and night are fused in her coat.
We point the telescope at his body, but it takes a moment for the eye to discern it.
The mind is slow to accept what it did not expect.
The eye struggles to see what it doesn't know.
Our reason, suddenly, understands that the beast is standing there, full-frontal.
The landscape, through a strange optical illusion, seems to disappear entirely into his body. It is no longer the panther that is camouflaged in the landscape,
but the world incorporated into it.
Sylvain Tesson





























































































































































