A bare wooden floor fills the screen. Encircled tightly by the camera, a clothed figure rolls, folds and unfolds upon itself between pauses of variable duration. Resorting to the close-up reinforces the sculptural aspect of the body. A contrapuntal rhythm emerges as each successive change in form overlaps the previous one in a movement that never discloses the contours of a fixed state of being. A wink to the title: ‘Madrigal’, is indeed a contrapuntal part-song for several voices.