My body is female, it is mine.
It traveled from far places, had crossed paths, sometimes amusing, occasionally violent.
Often because of the strange behaviors, I could hardly find a right place in society.
Its brain is never paused, rarely at rest or at peace.
It is a reflection of life, the desire to live, to create and freedom.
My body thinks, ponders and transfers information from one point to another.
They can be deformed with a mixture of interfering signals.
Saturated and left an inevitably loss of information.
The White Project gallery hosts the Petite Collection cards
Thursday 26th and Friday 27th May
24 rue Saint Claude 75003 Paris, from 3 to 9 PM