A house in the woods hosts four brothers: Pascal, Laurent, Frédéric, Arthur. They are loggers or carpenters. There is also Marie, the handmaid. Their desires, their thoughts, their words, merge towards Marie, who radically asserts her liberty. They growl, they wail, they bray, they unfold their fantasies and their nights. Are they dreaming? She, taking back her power over men, will go as far as devouring. 

My brothers evokes masculine desire turning into an obsession and the power of the woman who overturns the codes imposed by the brothers. Just like a tale, an animist poem or a love ritual, My brothers tells of consuming thirst, a fleeing life-line