I cannot help feeling tensions in every-day life. Insignificant details, shapes or colours turn into threatening signals; a strong alarm is made of a simple red line, or a powerful armoured army is composed of black chairs…Captured alerts request a response, to obey, to attack or to do nothing pretending they do not exist.

it's a lonely world

across the lines

A human encounter in a suspended, contemplative space. Is the line to be crossed? Will the first move become ‘a pas de deux’? Or will it be a sliding movement shifting away from each other. Nothing happens. The New Tate, London.

the red line

A  red wool thread delimits the space. We can go no further, an alarm is watching us to see if we humans follow the rules. The laser beams are also red, but invisible, ready to alert other humans to save an empty corner, an empty space, two empty walls. A red thread, an alarm, an empty corner, and two blank walls - five separate entities that don't seem to match or connect. But in the end, I figured out a way to make them harmonize.

monster attack

The tension mounts as we wait for the impending battle to commence. Will these dark warriors clash in a symphony of destruction, or will they find an unexpected path to peace? The outcome remains shrouded in mystery, a testament to the unpredictable nature of the unknown.


all by myself, not.

Surrounded by the vast expanse of the deserted beach, she savored the sweet taste of the peach while the music in her earphones made her feel anything but alone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

atomic horror

Bathed in twilight, the Hiroshima dome stands as a silent witness to humanity's darkest hour, a stark reminder of the cost of war.

reception labyrinth

the hive #2 

The Hive, a stark reminder of humanity's capacity to create both marvels and monstrosities, stands as an enduring testament to the paradoxical nature of urban existence.


le chef d'une orchestre anonyme

The identity of the unseen maestro remains a mystery, their presence only hinted at by the fleeting shadows that dance across the cityscape. But their music lingers, an ethereal melody that permeates the urban landscape, a reminder of the power of art to transcend the boundaries of sight and sound.


the hive #3


380volts power


the hive #1