My works are based on systems, the systems in the human body, human society, and machines (as an invention from civilization). They all operate in a circulatory way with a repetitive, but, not always identical, pattern. In their constant rhythms, I am attracted by the little details that are not following the rules or not in the place where they are supposed to be.

I wonder what these imperfections are. What formed them? How do they affect the other parts and what is resulted? Where will I end up at the origin by following these traces? Eventually and unconsciously, I immerse and melt myself into this unnamed zone.