This block includes a series of works based on the use of words and phrases. Sometimes they are absurd, sometimes they are quite banal. Some are poetic and some are very real. When I created these works, I was interested in the semantic game that is formed at the junction between their form and content. This is an image that shows us a text which means a sound or a smell!

The child is falling asleep
The fire is falling asleep
The water is falling asleep
The moon is falling asleep
The river is falling asleep
The mountain is falling asleep
The earth is falling asleep
The grass is falling asleep
The Raccoon is falling asleep
The Fox is falling asleep
The Sheep is falling asleep
And the bull is falling asleep
Granite is falling asleep
Amber is falling asleep
The oats is falling asleep
And the hops is falling asleep
The pier is falling asleep
The ship is falling asleep
The harpoon is falling asleep
And the net is falling asleep
The plant is falling asleep
The machine is falling asleep
And the steam is falling asleep
And the smoke is falling asleep

I'm going on a mysterious journey
I'll be a little salamander and a red deer
I'll be a reflection on the water and a fishing boat
I'll be copper and ivory
I'll be a red fox and a sleeping volcano
I'll be a cloud and a patchwork
I'll be a woman at the source and a little round stone
I'll be a flowering bush and a cold stone
I will be a mountain road and a bird's feather
I'll be a wild dog and a weed
I'll be a broken branch and the crash of thunder
I will be a bowl with a chipped edge and an echo over a mountain lake
I'll be the sunshine and a quiet river
I will be a silver fish and a dried tree
I will be drops from the roof and distant city lights
I'll be a seagull and a crab
And a shell on the shore

In these artworks, I tried to create a whole visual and poetic image by applying a random pattern of threads to the text of the poem, thereby making it difficult to read. The phrases seem to be hidden behind an abstract thread net, some are barely visible. One-line poems can be read individually or combined into one long poem, where each line begins with the same words: "I don't know...". This series is an exhibition version of the artist's book of the same name.

This book was created in collaboration with the Notes program. I typed the beginning of the line, and the program suggested continuations.