Friday August 1, 2014 at ACRE. (Click on the image above to see the other images)

Like the lines of a hand, banisters of the steps, corners of the street, poles of the flag, all the segments.. I do not know what I did exactly, It was an obsession, maybe? An excuse, Maybe? I think about silent gestures, their repetition and their context, or maybe them being out of context. I imagine a territory, a fabricated territory where the body inhabits movements.