The glass protects, the aluminum anchors, the bed repairs what the speech ignites.

I am interested in the horizontality of everyday life and its intimate dimension. I like the comfort of things that do not move. Rational and concrete. The glass of a shower, my bed or what that takes me outside, the sound that escapes me.

How did you sleep last night? Did you eat well last night? What did you sing in front of the bathroom mirror? But did you really sing while the sky is getting heavier and heavier? Are you afraid of the monsters that crawl under your bed at night?

The world is falling apart. That's how it is, that's a fact. Mine, yours, ours. In the urgency, the crash. In this distressing horizontality of things, the meander is born. The landscapes are bombarded and the bodies shattered, glistening, still warm. The disease is everywhere and nowhere. Death always at our heels. This fragility, good God! How it shakes me. In all its uncertainty, splendor. Death, when it crosses the slats of the laminated floor, the double-glazed doors and the security alarm systems, sows an icy cold to the hollow of your bed.

I wanted to invite you into a confined space, ambiguous and dissonant yet common. This is not a wall or a border. This is not an image. This is not a love story. This is our territory. This is a war waged in the intimate, against everyone including oneself. This is a pure projection of an evil, a discourse, a way towards healing. This is a tale turned inside out. Nightmares will turn into dreams. I promise you that. Flowers will grow between the cracks of reinforced concrete. I am sure that in every fracture there is a healing, a new beginning, a revolution.

So here I am, hoping a little naively that this installation will find in the hollow of each and everyone, a breach in the memory and that tonight, at bedtime, it will find its place close to the true light. I am always afraid of monsters at night but today I have faith. Faith in you, in me, in us and in everything we will want to plant together on the borders of truth.