We are in a clean white room. A few pieces are displayed in this room ; they are seemingly produced
industrially ; they are displayed on various forms of support. You see them ; they keep an industrial character, but somehow their shapes and disposition start to give away a ceremonial or ritualistic quality, even if they are static. The white room and the different supports that act as pedestals give them
a hint of a rite that is not yet dispensed, that is suspended. These objects are becoming tools to shape and decipher a myth that is unclear and uncertain ; a fiction, a story that is not completed or resolved.
But there are hints, hints that something bigger or different is coming : a disaster, a disruption, a dislocation,
a bug in a system ?

These objects are impregnated with a mysterious, enigmatic, archetypal visual language, which leaves us grappling with primary and haunting images resonating in our collective subconscious.

To which cult do we adhere ? What gods do we worship ?

We have the impression of being faced with relics, fragments of an individual or collective past. Maybe
a fictional and prospective archaeology that evokes a future where the traces of our present have become the remains of a distant civilisation ?

Still, the responsibility of content is delegated to external impulses that give objects and rituals the capacity to play : a myth as a narrative tool and objects as the incomplete components of such a tale.