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In “Echoes”, a young pregnant woman is staring at the empty space, smokes, and goes from the bed to the window of a rather naked room, embellished by a vase with some flowers. Then she watches the outside, beyond the glass, but she doesn’t seem to need escaping.
There are trees in a cloudy day and the landscape, is made of grassy courtyards grafted with exasperated slowness by sidewalks and various types of flowers, is a landscape of the soul.
That seems to be born from the small room, from the young woman and her fertile abdomen.