Clouds on a bright sunny day. « Jour de Nuage » was born under a clear blue sky. 
From a collective research on manipulating fluids, crossed with trick and chance, a cloud was born in L.’s hands.


From 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.


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 one’s intimate poetry. As the wild element is fixed, the invisible becomes visible, the illusion of holding something that cannot be controlled, to tame a cloud…