My collections have been inspired by sensations, impacts, smells..., and on this occasion it was the “feeling” of flying in a small Ultralight, which made me feel so big, seeing the world at my feet. Why not? Skins also fly and so I managed to unify the planes from my brother's flying field with a living collection, full of light and color.   

At the end of this maze.

Cotton clouds, trails that no longer exist.

I can see and remember flashes of lights.

Are they perhaps forms of a reality?