A bedside table is surmounted by books that overflow and create a mountain. A bed is tipping over, pushed by the amount of books. Over the bed, a paper-folded star is hanging off the ceiling. On a wall, a series of altered pages of a dictionary and mirrors are laid out, organically. On the next wall, behind the bed, a muddled poem series talking about philosophy, tales, and new ideas.

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In an intent to take care of my chaos, I try to put on the same level of fragility and certitude, the dream imaginary, as well as the intuitive and intellectual minds.

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>> Article in La Tribune,  July 11th, 2019

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Maison des arts et de la culture de Brompton, June to September 2019