Is Miryam Charles a magician? A few shots, a soundtrack, and the spine is covered with shivers.

The waves are in turn liberating, enigmatic, oppressive. The open sea is a horizon of eternity that never stops receding, receding, and we are exhausted by the swim, swallowed by the vertigo. And the infinite blue, celestial, is tinged with the red of history. That of the colonies. And of the present. That of the migrants. How many more bodies?

Naomie Décarie-Daigneault
Tënk Artistic Director