Tic-Tac, time goes on in tune. hurry, from now on we must be constellation, intangible, neither transparent nor translucent, but overflowing. They, we, you, I, no pronoun can hold us.Here, our rebellions will be the songs that bring us tomorrow. Our bodies, droplets, will seep linear history and shift it from its course.

︎Myceaqua Vitae Unknown Aquazone
︎Aquatic Invasion 
︎Mélas de Saturne Quantum Mecanic
︎Topos  Arche de résilience
︎Climate Knowledges
︎Sous la mangrove 
︎ Hybrid Family 
︎Up in the Clouds 
︎Tableau-ciel face contre-terre 
︎Hilolombi #2
︎Rehearsing afrofuturism 
︎Liqueurs de sable 
︎ Musée.s des internets