Lost, wandering in the depth of the imaginary, mixing doubts, discomfort and incongruity.
The resume of iniquity in a way ; a frame, like a windows on an half real/fictive world.
Feeling lost, constantly, like life could be see as a fall, rolling until there is an obstacle in front of me. An endless fall.
My work is a diary, describing this fall with markers, being witness of this perdition.