I spent this weekend up at my cabin editing a new sequence for the film. It evokes the art exhibit that Pierre staged with his oiseaux, or bird sculptures. One afternoon, late during my stay in France, Pierre and I drove about 20 miles southwest from Combarel. As we rode in the blue truck, the forests and meandering rock walls gradually evolved into rolling green hills of lush farm fields. We arrived at a small farm encampment. Across the road from the farm house and scattering of buildings was a round watering hole for cattle, fenced in with barb wire which stretched between the wooden posts.
On each fence post Pierre attached one of his bird sculptures. And slowly, as the sun went low in the sky, children and adults from the area arrived to walk around the pond and laugh and marvel at Pierre's birds.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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