The camera eye turns inward. Interior day, sun, ghosts in plaster, collection. And if it was the heart of a hypnotic experience with my own mythology, and so and so .. Marseille were placed in the bottle. There are some unusual encounters, miniaturized pieces of frozen bodies, characters demystified, dentures, and bling blong. In daydreams the objects/ sculptures come and talk to me. The objects represent some narrative possibilities, which seek both in the personal unconscious, reminiscing, a overplayed nostalgia, but also in poetic absurdity.