can reconstruct the scene. The artist came the day before, perhaps in the late afternoon. He stretched a transparent plastic film between two newly planted trees and then he painted for a while with joy. He stayed a moment more likely to look at his work then he left. The next morning she was still there ... the night was over, she was on the ground ... the wind? ... children? ... the passage of balloons? ... or maybe a performance ... ephemeral to greet the festive nature of the Pentecost weekend in the Bois de Boulogne Lille?
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