Une herbe flottante à la racine coupée

The title image of floating grass cut from its roots ripens through the saxophone’s dichotomic gestures, vacillating between raw violence and contemplative long tones. This articulation of polar notes is a metaphor for the grass shorn from its root, left to float. The entire piece is an expression of the moment in which it was written. As a foreigner quarantined in a different country with no way back to my home country, I felt that my « root » was cut. While this situation was temporary, I experienced feelings of anger and distress, but also the comfort of realizing that I was lucky to be healthy.