Clouds on a bright sunny day. ยซ Jour de Nuage ยป was born under a clear blue sky. โจFrom a collective research on manipulating fluids, crossed with trick and chance, a cloud was born in L.โs hands.
โจFrom that day on, I went searching for these clouds. Step by step, I learned to summon them, to bring together favorable ingredients: an instant, an inspiration, a place, but most importantly a person to call them, tame them. Once a protocol was established, the experiments endlessly renewed, apparitions multiplied.โจ
Here is the catalog of these tiny captured turbulences, as a pretext for a portrait gallery, where, in a suspended moment, someone offers their ectoplasm as a gift of oneโs intimate poetry. As the wild element is fixed, the invisible becomes visible, the illusion of holding something that cannot be controlled, to tame a cloudโฆ






























