Christophe Gérard

Chronicle of a family caught in the grip of an epileptic son.

Floating barges, water that suddenly takes human form and rainfall that leaves puddles deep enough to drown in… Is this merely a child’s dream ?

Night falls somewhere on earth. Here and there, egg-shaped objects cross the sky and crash to the ground. Shortly afterwards, empty seats and fishing rods stuck in the grass are found. Everything becomes strangely quiet.

Chronicle of a family caught in the grip of an epileptic son.

Chronicle of a family caught in the grip of an epileptic son.

Floating barges, water that suddenly takes human form and rainfall that leaves puddles deep enough to drown in… Is this merely a child’s dream ?

Floating barges, water that suddenly takes human form and rainfall that leaves puddles deep enough to drown in… Is this merely a child’s dream ?

Night falls somewhere on earth. Here and there, egg-shaped objects cross the sky and crash to the ground. Shortly afterwards, empty seats and fishing rods stuck in the grass are found. Everything becomes strangely quiet.