Through images, voice, and collected traces, it explores how stories are passed on, reshaped, and sometimes invented. Between investigation and imagination, the work invites the viewer into a shifting landscape where memory is unreliable, and where a simple gesture can become a shared narrative.
I grew up with a family legend: a hole in a hedge my grandfather supposedly dug to secretly meet my grandmother. A small, almost absurd gesture that carried the weight of romance. Over time, the story was retold over and over again at family dinners, each time shifting just enough to keep it alive.
At its core, the project reflects on how stories travel through familieshow they are carried, inhabited, and kept alive through repetition and belief.
The hole in the hedge remains: a small opening, a quiet gesture, a place where something passes and continues to pass.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
I grew up surrounded by stories. Around the family table, during long dinners, my mother would recount family legends while everyone listened, spellbound. My father, for his part, had a way of turning ordinary situations into stories, as if the very act of telling them could already shift reality. Very early on, I realized that storytelling wasn’t limited to text: it could be spatial, emotional, embodied.
It was this intuition that led me to study dramaturgy at the Sorbonne, before gradually shifting my work toward set design, installation, and performance. I began to seek out stories not only in words, but in spaces, atmospheres, objects, and the traces left by bodies and memory.
I work with intimate materials, family archives, domestic spaces, fragments of memory, which I transform into sensory installations. Through scenography, I seek to give these fragile narratives a form that can be felt, even when it cannot be clearly articulated.