On a promontory, a sow in make-up

her teats hampered by a “delicate burden”

invites us to question.


We would love to have pass over the question.

Juggling peacefully between lace and diapers.

Woman-woman and mother-mother,

gather all in one mother-woman.

But it’s not that simple.

Between the two, the feminine is balanced.

And sometimes torn. 


(Véronique Houguet journalist)