Which child didn’t dream whilst lying underneath a mobile, their nose under a string of characters balancing at the end of a nylon wire…
Imagine the same mobile, made of flesh and bone drum majors, suspended from a crane…
Imagine that a frail trapezist appears in the middle of this celestial cluster, and spreads a slight wind of extravagance while gracefully balancing…
Imagine the constant beats, the high-pitched sets and dull rumbles of a sextet of celestial drummers…
Imagine this human mobile suspended above water, from a cathedral’s spire or in the night sky…
but why should we imagine – Mobile Homme does exist !