Out of the corner of the eye is the recording of a vision, sparked by the accounts of my grandfather, who lived in a small mountain village. The picking of blueberries and raspberries at dawn, in groups of people who kept in touch with songs and calls from one side of the valley to the other, made me think of a vastness of resounding sounds, filling the emptiness of space. I wanted to translate that soundscape into a video. The valley appears dotted with sparkles, glimmers that respond from one end to the other, from the bottom to the peaks. Thanks to the involvement of a group of more than twenty inhabitants of the valley, equipped with mirrors, I transformed a portion of the landscape into an expanded random choreography of presences amidst the woods, with coordination by radio.