In These Worried Puddles Where She Incessantly Spins / Dans Ces Flaques Inquiètes Où Elle Tourne Sans Cesse

Substances had different colors. They were circling us. Too far off the platforms to experience them, yet I was dreaming of this invisible matter going in and out of pipes, digging in the depths of my own moves.

I finally realized that plastic was a simple translation of movements. In fact, plasticity referred to the spontaneus position of fragments and translated a state, states even. Like time bombs, drifting between two contexts, two environments.

Substances speak sometimes. They ask to re-form. If I put them in a container, we could share them between us, and re-form ourselves. And speak up for ourselves.

English and French, sold together. / Français et anglais, vendus ensemble.