Once our eyes close, we go to the other side of sleep to dig through the contents of an entire life: a toy box, a biology cupboard, an antique or collector’s or grandmother’s showcase, a tourist trap, a cabinet, a pantry, a jewelry box, boxes crammed into an empty house… What we take into our nighttime museum is fragmented by our mind, mixing it, putting it back together, and these restored finds are the backdrop and the protagonists of our dreams, of our nightmares… She works with dreams in broad daylight, an oneiric inventor exiled in the conscience.
Thibault Marthouret
