A space appears as boarded-up. It might be a failed business as much as it can be the next hot thing underway. Upon closer observation, through cracks in the façade, the viewer perceives other facades behind the first. A little cat door to the lower left confounds this initial perception: the daring viewer beholds a very exclusive restaurant. A pussy palace.
To watch this you have to get down on all fours, like a quadruped. On the other side, cat food dishes can become the site of nocturnal neighborhood compulsion, satellites or spacecraft, the vision of a low- budget cosmos or the decor of a nightclub

A row of chairs facing blind screens, entrance mats and packing boxes, depicting a tension between objects without qualities and projection surfaces, screen images.
It is when a monitor is turned off that it regains its object condition: a black square box that emits memory residues.
It can then function as the monochrome in art history, a painting object that contains everything.
In the same movement, these screens materialize our relationship to reality and therefore to art: how does one get excited by cubes and parallelepipeds, by the organization of colors†and materials?
The objects are necessarily fueled by the discourse that replays each time the scenario of a chair, a trampled object.