Everyone continues to write the history of creation in their own way, what was previously unconscious, becomes visible.
Identité Brisée
" When we break the illusion of identity, it's
because we want to be whole. "
A love letter.
What should it be?
Translated as a repetitive death note.
Followed by the second birth,
. . .
The mirror is not something we can create, but something that is born. The gaze of others builds you, like an image. And vice versa, we build the images of our reality. We are the mirror of a mirror. Creators from individual desire.
Here, the reflection is broken and fragmented in order to build itself. Revealing the levels of distortion of the image.
The one who sees themselves as a mirror, the one who can see themselves without seeing themselves, the one who understands that their depth consists in being empty, the one who walks in their transparent space without leaving the trace of their own image.
P.S. The certainty is: all I have is all I can let go.
A reflexion attempt
"I confirm my presence in advance.
A living, constant ritual.
A monologue that cries out for
dialogue
and responds between spaces.
In which a glance is broken
and you read it from a distance.
As if silence could be read
of which I still have an echo.
Breaking the silence by building it
with your eyes, stories in color. "
TECHNICAL DEMO
