Bonjour
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog into a shimmering pool of rainwater that had gathered since the last frost. Soft clusters of leaves fall without a plan to the ground, mirroring the unhurried chestnut thatch of the fox’s dense coat.
graphisme
A once dull and listless pooch now shines with the brilliance of a recently cleaned pinball machine — unknowingly showcasing a rescued sense of neon.
tatouage
Known for his sweetness, this dog shakes himself awake with a gentle groan and cranes his loaf-like head towards the fox with a quizzical bent.
artisanat
As they lock eyes, what world they know is flipped completely towards the southern sky, and the pool ushers them swiftly over the edge of the horizon’s curve.
à propos
The fox and the dog free-fall off the edge into nothing, which is to say, they were fine. Landing promptly on the other side of the world, they look up into what is somehow a giant hand, impossibly looking back at them. The hand bends toward them without beckoning, and the dog and fox survey their new landscape, the under-pool — or their second world. Flat, gleaming, and forever, this place serves as a canvas for whatever happens next. The mother of all creation in one single moment, this hand.