- Il m’aime, un peu, beaucoup, à la folie, passionnément, pas du tout..
The psychosomatic pain of the stomach is fulfilled in the incessant act of leafing through a roll of pink toilet paper playing loves me, loves me not.
A bedroom, the place where the relationship was born and consumed, is invaded by the petals peeled off the toilet roll. They accumulate neatly on a metal mesh creating a mattress and covering the opposite wall.
The psychosomatic pain is projected onto space as it is onto the body. The room is modified according to the blind vision of a suffering body by materialising intimate elements or shielding others.
The room of a bright pink hides on its inside a body that can no longer inhabit it. A color that pretends to be so innocent and happy because of its social construct to which it must respond.