Drawing has always been a great ally for me. An instrument to question reality, a form of meditation, a magic game. In this work, two opposites merge in a poetic scene. The seer capable of seeing anything. Hidden worlds and distant worlds, and on the other hand, the blind child, who is forbidden to enjoy the beauties of creation. There is a biblical echo in this image: the days are coming when the lame will walk, the mute will speak and the blind will regain their sight. This piece is framed.