Sometimes my brain escapes me. He leads his own life, builds his own intimate stories, traces the contours of a pictorial Pantheon through my visits to museums and my readings.

Chewed and then ruminated without my letting me know, the imaginary corpus thus constituted is sometimes regurgitated during spasms coming from the depths of the unconscious. I don't really know if the museum is in the city or if it is the city that prevailed to the museum.

No matter what, the photographic act can take place. This is the "Articity" project.