In the night, in deep darkness, one might be unable to see his own hand.
It’s only the feeling it’s there, an elusive presence.
Subjectively unable to clearly define what I feel, where I am exactly and on what purpose, I summon forms of energy in a subversive, non-discriminatory way.
In an attempt to dispute the obviousness I feel always acting in a past future.
An utopia sadly always fails. Therefore I am constructing objects that have betrayed me. I push the very meaning of common functional objects to their very limits resulting in absurd, meaningless functions. Chair pillars or rolling chaise longues are utopian objects raised from my humorless struggle (clew head) to define my own limits (upside down head). Therefore I call these utmost objects.
As I wear my body by necessity I try to transfer thoughts towards these almost objects, into an artistic, always dilemmatic, approach. I am trying to isolate the intermediate nature, carrying my almost chair lifted, fighting against the unstable point of my sphere.
A sphere, the perfect shape, an iconic form of the Universe has an infinite number of unstable points. Calmly or not I am restless testing my rolling chaise longue in an attempt to re-create the initial state, the very moment when the upside-down head gives a meaning for the clew head, restful and silent.