In the folds of the night

This series questions the defense mechanism of a world imprisoned by its nights. Populated by individuals, human limbs, felled trees and broken moulds, this world is a prison space in which its inhabitants convulsively wait. Even petrified, they await the moment of their metamorphosis. As man is not a self-contained entity, he is naturally caught up in the chaos of an open, infinite universe, in which finding one's place remains everyone's struggle. The human body is subject to the movements of this ordeal. We do not know what the body can do. Despite the arbitration of physiology, the body fascinates through its defense mechanisms. Mysterious, familiar, foreign, intimate and off-putting, it is the object of this adventure. Anatomy announces itself as the living place of salvation, while the skeleton is declared by Baudelaire to be the "plane of the human poem". If beauty must be convulsive, let it be!