Poppy Ackroyd, delicate and atmospheric As David Lynch[1] points out, « a beginning is a moment of extreme delicacy« . A delicacy before which words are effaced and their betrayals are dispersed. Imagine a drop of water chained to a feather? Feather and Rain[2] chained for this live : What if the music was a transcribing description? … Lire la suite de Traduction Poppy Ackroyd