The observation is clear: the world of Arts and Letters is paying a heavy price for the epidemic that has put France on hold. Canceled festivals, museums and shows at half mast, concerts prohibited: a black curtain has fallen on the cultural scene. Even the booksellers had to keep doors closed.
A strange decision, revealing a narrow thought: in what would spiritual nourishment be less essential than its material counterpart? The crisis has revealed the opposite. Over the weeks, through every pore of social media, culture has infiltrated confined homes. A real antivirus.
First of all, there were online shows, concerts, exhibitions, plays, the flood of films that we ironed, books that we decided to open, archives in which we wanted to go back. A thirst to learn, to rediscover. Then the artists, who have the feeling that they no longer exist when you don't see them, got involved. Long live the ego! he
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