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Once again I turn to Africa… this time it’s a wild dog drawn against an impressionistic background. I revel in this animal that travels great distances in pursuit of its prey, exhausting it before finally hunting it down…

When I observe them, so friendly in their pack, playful, you never suspect they are so lethal…

Masters of coordination, intelligence as a group, sharing everything. It makes you wonder at what point humanity lost that… At what point did rivalries become the masters of our destinies? At what point did we lose our senses and our ability to listen without noise? To be an animal, that which provides survival, we lost amidst the color and weight of money and power, envy and skin color, battles for other territories, invasions of lives and ways of life, religion and cultures…

It’s so easy… it would be so easy if everything worked like in the animal world… To be born, to live, to grow, to die