I think of life as a total absence of culture, something that is no longer familiar to us, that is out of bounds (literally) and out of our
conception. For me, even if it is not always the case, negatives and defects are a guarantee of sincerity. I superficially refer to scientific disciplines because they hardly ever interpret and, if they do, they are transparent about it. They help to understand certain movements but they never touch the issue of the ultimate motives. This is a practice of imperfect things. My work in its intention to refrain from giving answers tries to elevate itself to perfection.