STORY OF A PLUMMET

Yesterday is still happening now. Through these diverse mediums, the relentless pursuit of unanswered questions unfolds, sometimes with destructive consequences. Behind a smile, despair can hide. It betrayed you the day you took that step into the void. This exhibition aims to prompt reflection on the complexity of the human brain and everything it can conceal from the eyes of others. Anonymously. Because we are all alone, yet all together. Because metro stations can be eerily empty. It's all in the form. Covet existence as a possibility. The written truce. The vague idea. The shattered figure. The fictitious safety. The overwhelming pain. Disturbed childhood. Cut-short life. Memory lies in the hands of those who remain. We don't choose to be born, but we can choose to die.

S TART OF TH E EXH IBITION

confusion nuancée

This abstract and dark environment in which we evolve, filled with doubt and unpredictability. It's essential not to know what tomorrow holds, allowing us to connect somehow to this precious moment. You read. Appreciate. Appreciate because you can still do it, meaning you're still here and all these doubts belong to you. We are all alone in the midst of this violent world, all anonymous, all someone. All alone in this abstract social environment. It's this solitude that frightens us and impresses us. Interesting complexity. Inaccessible understanding of souls. A choice, adjust, express, think, try. It's the dance of the jellyfish, us, you, every individual, every entity, ultimately alone in these abysses. A round, cold, black yet nuanced environment, existing thanks to her past, your present, and their futures.

JELLYFISH

Unknown identity, 2024

Ranging between 20x30 and 50x70 cm

Acrylic on canvas

A key. An answer. A reality. There aren't enough keys for each of our realities. Sometimes, the answer may already be destined for the depths of hell. The solution doesn't exist; only your solution matters. I could never give you the answer, I would never understand why it happened like that. The key to this door might not exist. So the lost key is this, it's this inaccessible answer, already from the beginning deep down into the sand, nothing to do, only to forgive. To accept. To accept once again this doubt invading you, this doubt that makes us whole and alive beings. We won't always have the answer.