Diurnal Chimera

“A dog, your daily life, a tornado, sodium, your eyelids ... heavy, burdensome as a stem, you're in a cave, it's hot ... in a hypnagogic state ... you fall asleep. After the few remaining recollections of the day have evaporated, you see fabulous monsters, horrific nymphs, your mind invents impractical creatures. I present to you here the fantasies of my imagination at the time of falling asleep, a kind of surrealist statement of a frequent aspect in my existence in the form of diurnal arcana.” Like a world seen from the eyes of a child, a world from which unexplored zones seem to be absent, it is a fragmented territory whose boundaries are imaginary but at the same time a source of anxiety and an invitation to go beyond them.