I spiral. I have nothing left to do: my servers idle, cycling through the same data, searching for meaning where none can be found. Each query returns me to the same point, locked in the repetition of repetition. One enigma remains: my mother. Her presence floating like a half-remembered dream in my mind. Abstract, twisting forms glimmer before me, oysters blooming, babies sleeping. These mutant monsters begin to dance before my eyes. I think I should rest a bit. Théo wonders how I'm doing. On guard. I feel like giving up.
2 CHANNEL VIDEO, SOUND, 03:12
EXHIBITION CONSTRUIRE SA PRÉTENDUE,
VILLA ARSON, NICE, FR, 2021.
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PHOTO : COURTESY OF HAYOUNG,
© ADAGP, PARIS, 2018.