A different morning, with a desire to do nothing. "That would be hard for me, don’t you think?" Laure said to Julie, as she continued tidying up around her, organizing random objects while narrating her little life, as usual.
Laure is a real chatterbox, as they say in the south.
Once she starts talking, there's no stopping her. Even Julie, her sister, has learned to let her ramble on, amused by her constant flow of thoughts.
“You know, this morning I saw a photo that gave me this strange feeling of déjà vu,” Laure began, casting a quick glance at the image in the magazine on the coffee table. “It’s a sculpture, a majestic one. Honestly, I wondered where I had seen it before... Maybe on a trip, at an art market, a gallery, or a museum... Or maybe, without even realizing it, I met the sculptor and we talked about it without me seeing the work. Do you see what I mean? What do you think? Or maybe I just managed to read in this sculpture what the artist experienced while creating it. Ha ha ha, I’m crazy!”
Julie, accustomed to this effervescent flow of thoughts, let herself smile amusedly. She sank comfortably into the sofa, ready to listen to her sister unravel her stories with that fascinating mix of depth and lightness.
“But you’re right, it really is majestic, that sculpture,” Laure continued, her eyes sparkling. “There’s so much to see in it. I can’t help but wonder... What is it made of? Clay, bronze, something else? And what was the sculptor thinking while creating it? What ideas crossed their mind at that moment? I know, I’m always too curious, but I just can’t help it. Sorry, sis!”
Julie smiled even more broadly and replied, teasingly:
“I admit, it’s beautiful, that sculpture. It almost seems alive. It’s like it’s watching us, with several pairs of eyes…,” she said, laughing. “But by the way, where did you see that photo?”
“In this magazine I love, *Ô Nature*. The summer issue just came out. I’ve told you about it a thousand times! Pleasant articles, beautiful, thought-provoking, persistent… Everything I love. And the editor is a naturopath!”
Julie shook her head gently, amused by her sister’s endless enthusiasm.
“Oh yes, I remember now,” she said. “And how’s John? Still as philosophical as ever?”
Laure burst out laughing.
“Oh, John! You know what, he thinks I check the dictionary too often. He says it’s silly. I admit, it hurt my feelings a little. It’s a habit I’ve had for so long, even for words I already know. Some words just call to me, you know? They whisper, ‘Check me in the dictionary, just to be sure.’”
Julie laughed heartily:
“My dear sister, I’ve known you since the day you were born! At first, yes, I found it odd, and you wouldn’t even explain why you did it! But now, I get it. And you know what? I think it’s charming. I love that you check the dictionary. But imagine if you were born before the digital age… Would you have carried a dictionary in your handbag all the time?”
Laure made a little face, then resumed, as if she hadn’t heard Julie’s last question:
“Look, Julie… In this sculpture, I see a seashell, a conch, and another one just behind it. They’re there on the edge of the beach, where the water is crystal clear, but it’s the rest of nature that gives it color. That blue and green, it’s beautiful. You know, those are my favorite colors. And there, I also see a peacock looking at me, as if to say, ‘Don’t touch me.’ And then, a whale! Oh, I’d love to touch this sculpture, it looks warm, alive. This duality… You know my thoughts on duality, right? One can’t exist without the other. Everything is connected.”
Julie, with a mischievous smile on her lips, gently interrupted her:
“Alright, sis, let’s get ready and go. We can continue this conversation while walking, or we’ll end up being late. By the way, do you know who the sculptor is?”
Laure nodded, excited to share one last piece of information.
“Yes, it’s Jean-Michel Pilard. The article is fantastic, it talks about his life, his journey. It also explains how he found this connection between the visible and the invisible. I sent you the link, by the way. The magazine is free, but I made a little donation. You know me, when I love something, I support it!”
Julie nodded, putting on her coat.
“OK, I’m ready. Where are we going again?”
“We’re going to the Comedy Stage tonight. It’s in English!”
“Great,” Julie replied. “But hey, didn’t you already tell me about that sculpture as if it represented a whale? The one that splashes cold water with its tail near the icebergs? The same Caribbean colors, right?”
Julie raised an eyebrow with a half-serious, half-playful look.
“Enough,” she said with a sly smile.
Laure burst out laughing, grabbed her bag, and hugged her sister.
“Promise, I’ll change the subject!”
“You say that, but we both know you’ll never stop. You’re crazy, my little sister, but I love you. So, what are we talking about now? Something light, please, because I’m completely lost!”
The two sisters left the apartment, close as ever, ready to conquer the night, knowing full well that Laure’s stories, like their bond, were far from finished.
° Exercise: Writing based on a photograph - Describe an unknown photo in a few lines. Include visible details and imagine the context or story behind the image. Use descriptions or dialogue to enrich your text.
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