One Hour

Time passes unnoticed in the air as a variation of light.
Until, it reminds us the limitations of its existence.

In 2020, the city of Paris closed.
Allowing us to leave homes for an hour per day.
The feeling of time took on two different forms, it almost froze inside, but outside it ran. I was fascinated by this sense of time metamorphosis.

What would an hour look like physically?
Almost meditatively, I began to fold the rigid surface of the white paper. Every fold crushes it. 

Movements begin to change its essence, texture gets brittle. Through my hands, I took control of the speed of time.

Behind I am leaving a path that the hour passes with me.
The kindness of light connects paths, showing us something hidden, movements of time.
The journey that I travel, manifested in the final work, the illusion of time.