The single word emptiness describes a lack of something, a void, vacuousness, inanity, absence, an abyss, nothingness and chaos. Emptiness is at the beginning of creation, it includes the ambivalence of things and evokes a contradiction between what exists and what does not exist or what has not been born. As in the era of immediacy and of overuse of new technologies leading to an absence of communication, only a short time remains to address boredom and to tame solitude. Knowing how to do nothing may soon only be an obsolete skill that once gave us the chance to breathe and understand the world. Would we be scared to face the silence and listen to the ticking of our free-will?


The moon represents fullness and is a metaphor for time passing. Through observation, the Chinese have found a way to honor the sky and link it to the earth. In China, meditation is experienced through everyday gestures: It is the art of emptiness. To be pulled into tranquility, not inertia, to understand how to internalise another rhythm of time.


The mountain is a symbol of the subtle balance between obtaining the desired object and the pleasure of waiting. One summit after another, the desire is infinite and the fullness results from the satisfaction of this desire. It will only ever be partial in so far that it will quickly leave room for other desires. In this way, the search for desire would not promise happiness or rest without conscience, division and pleasure. The trouble festers irreparably in man’s conscience and freewill.

De profundis

Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals;

You roar like the organ; and in our cursed hearts,

Rooms of endless mourning where old death-rattles sound,

Respond the echoes of your De profundis.

Charles Baudelaire


Vertigo is defined as an illusion of movement of one’s self or one’s surroundings. It results from a lack of visual bearings that affects a person’s sense of space. The sensation of emptiness and a lessening of visual bearings need to be compensated for by vestibular information. In the same way than those suffering from acrophobia, do we give too much credit to fleeting glory and to recognition so that we can compensate for procrastination and fulfill the pathetic emptiness in our lives?

Roots I & II

I am always surprised by the third culture kids’ ability to happiness, guided by the idea that you are condamned to the partition of your soul when you leave. Of course we are of the places we lived in but is the nostalgia innate or experience ? The dhow is made of the wood from the tree.


Tend l’oreille :

Ne l’entends-tu pas grisonner, la chevelure de la Terre lasse ?
Le Monde dérive dans une nébuleuse de vide.
Cette île, espace découvert, est en train de sombrer.

Quand nos têtes seront enfouies dans le sol,
Elles seront longtemps encore bercées
Par le souffle lourd d’un vent souterrain.

Seuls les mots survivront
– ceux que nous n’avons jamais prononcés –
Préservant longtemps, ô prodige,
Le souvenir de notre séjour ici bas

Tend l’oreille :
Ne l’entends-tu pas grisonner, la chevelure de la Terre lasse ?
Le Monde dérive dans une nébuleuse de vide.

– Abdulah Sidran –

The perfect circle

I am an island in the heart of the world.
Nothing reaches me except its languid blood,
except the fear that glides beneath us all
Silence and nothing surrounding.

– Abdulah Sidran, I am an Island in the Heart of the World.

engraving lights, glass, plastic glass, 45 x 45 cm

engraving lights, glass, plastic glass, 45 x 45 cmPsyche


As a circle, the story of Eros and Psyche is a tale encased in a main work of art. Psyche finds herself trapped several times in the concentric circle of a bird of prey. This way it personifies the human soul and the trials and tribulations that it must overcome to attain consciousness. The rejection of emotions is a kind of bad faith of conscience and is no doubt the basis of one of the ills of our time and its ‘nervous breakdown’, anxiety. The myth of Eros and Psyche is the union of passion and wisdom, the subtle balance one needs to reach between hedonism and pushiness between pleasure and meaning, between the present and the future.





Light box of 45 x 45 cm made of drawings, lights, mirrors.Gravitational waves

We have entered into the new era of gravitational astronomy. It is the kind of revolutionary discovery that bestows novices the need and curiosity to learn. We now know that time-space, the very framework of the world we live in, is an elastic space, as the surface of a lake is susceptible to the rippling of waves when a stone is thrown in.


Same blood, same flesh, faced with fear we all just look the same. We are just small rats in little boxes.

And the people in the houses.
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there’s doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

-Marvina Reynolds.


I am afraid of heights and space under my feet and in my mind, on the blank canvas, in my hands, around me. Of course I do not expect to exorcize my fear by writting it endlessly but reality can surpises us sometimes.


I am saving time…on time that goes by and I am leaving prints hunted by a time eating monster in the maze of my thoughts through a sleepless night. Saving time, controlling it, shortening it…we spend too much time fighting Chronos instead of making it an ally. There is however something rather poetic in the slowness and the monotony of a task. The repetition of an action, regardless of its difficulty or absurdity, brings back calm and serenity.

Hubble Ideasthesis

Shopenauher’s Desire – Kierkegaard’s Spheres

From the Greek, syn, (together), and aesthesis, (sensation), a synesthesia is a phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cogitative pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences. The most common form is to see numbers or letters in colour. The idea here is to use synaesthesia as a source of inspiration to connect a philosophical concept a feeling, a semantic idea to emotions. A kind of ideasthesia.

Crater lake’s monster

« Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. »

Rainer Maria Rilke