Waiting near a terrain vague in “the zone” (the liminal space between Paris and the suburbs); submerged by the noise of the the cars on the nearby  Peripherique, the city’s circular highway. Vague terrain? An empty lot. A temporary wasteland. Filled with overgrown things and castaway seeds. I wait, and so I sketch.

 

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