The simple act of crossing a street. An ordinary, daily act, shared by thousands of people in one only city in an exactly corporal moment; masses without identity. In the flow, the comfortable sensation of being anonymous. Suddenly, a rupture. This body in suspense starts to express and to reinvent itself. But which the way to follow?

"The simple act of crossing the street is a commonplace act that we do every day like thousands of people. And in these streets, we have the feeling of being anonymous. From this observation, the artist will film almost in a close combat, in black and white images, the improvisation in situ of the performer Leticia Sekito. She is cruelly caught in the meshes of the city, she tenses, struggles, struggles, gets lost, seeks... We discover her at first fragmented, tortured, disfigured, pierced in the middle of rushing ruthless vehicles. The body will, however, come to the end of the grueling ordeal. Better, it will contaminate the city with its newfound serenity, certainly drawn from its inner resources. The traffic stops, the images are colored as if by magic; the artistic gesture brings new life."

Marc Mercier, The Meshes of Life, excerpt