Scientist by education, Xavier Orignac loves the unknown.
Photographer by passion, Xavoo plays with the noumenon. When the magic of the camera operates, he can disguise as a particle and spread as a wave. Under literature influences, he tries to get to the Heart of Darkness, where words eventually vanish.
Forget reality, ignore the truth, let the art flow.
Death to the King !
It was towards the end of 2019 that King Covid XIX was first heard of.
It was rumoured that his crown was very dangerous. It turned out to be much worse than anyone thought.
In no time at all, Covid XIX conquered the world. The media was all about him and his wars were devastating. Minds were blown away.
Stunned at first, the decimated populations gradually began to organise resistance. In the spring of 2021, King Covid XIX sits on his throne, but the throne is trapped.
The resistance gradually developed new weapons. An explosion of colours is planned.
When lonely feelings chill The meadows of your mind Just think if Winter comes Can Spring be far behind
Beneath the deepest snowsThe secret of a rose Is merely that it knows You must believe in Spring
Just as a tree is sure Its leaves will reappear It knows it’s emptiness Is just the time of year
The frozen mountain dreams Of April’s melting streams How crystal clear it seems You must believe in Spring
You must believe in love And trust it’s on it’s way Just as the sleeping rose Awaits the kiss of May
So in a world of snow Of things that come and go Where what you think you know You can’t be certain of You must believe in Spring and Love