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.

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.

monster attack


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.

reception labyrinth

the hive #2 


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.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

le chef d'une orchestre anonyme


the hive #3


380volts power


the hive #1