This collection of over 400 pieces is a kind of self-portrait of my unknown self, where the gesture is never premeditated, deliberate, or calculated. I feel this urgency to fill the box. I have the impression of gathering my different selves, of filling the abyssal voids within me. It's not a cartography, but rather flashes, slaps, bursts from my nothingness, driven by a need to see the light of day. With each box, a little more of me, or so I believe.