What if time became a material, as malleable and sensitive as light or silence?
Each work, whether thought, lived or only dreamed, is crossed by secret temporalities, sometimes fleeting, sometimes infinite. It is this invisible dance between moments, durations, and echoes that shapes the alchemy of a creation.
It all begins long before the work takes shape. The idea settles in, waits, feeds on inspirations and doubts. This hidden, almost motionless time prepares what will one day burst into the open. A slow gestation where each second already whispers the work to come.
Then comes the time when the work is embodied. In the ephemeral nature of a performance or the density of a tangible object, each gesture inscribes the moment in a story.
The moment is fragile, but powerful, carried by a breath that will never return in the same way. This is where everything is played out: the intensity of a look, the resonance of a movement, the vibration of time slipping through the fingers.
What remains when the work disappears? An imprint, a reminiscence, a question. Each spectator takes away a part of this shared time, which he will extend in his imagination or his daily life.
The work continues to live, differently, in the minds of those who have encountered it. And sometimes, it reappears, transformed, enriched with a new light.
Let us write this score of time together.
Contact me, and let's make this moment the beginning of a unique and timeless creation.