I take advantage of my birthday to share with you some fragments of this Call In hatching exhibition.

Published the 04/02/2017

Assaf seated on a chair facing the wall, on a corner, he started to play a very quiet and somehow sad chord.

Published the 22/12/2016

Stories, as well as life, are made of little trajectories that accumulate, intersect and  grow apart, superimposing and nourishing one another.

Published the 05/11/2016
Ne s'inscrira que la dérision du temps.
Published the 10/10/2016

Over the blank page bearing the waves of my indecisiveness, my stylet remaine hanging a longtime .

Published the 10/10/2016
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