- Il m'aime, un peu, beaucoup, à la folie, passionnément, pas du tout..- - 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 the 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.