They leave their world, through the worlds,
pierce the walls of the world.
They die here. There, they stop but never arrived.
When they arrive they are arrested. They leave, fly
and rotate the earth.
And we see them pass, sometimes die; while some of us dies with each of them.

View on screens other than the immediate present.
Gather looks, some looks, some artists.
By choosing to exhibit at the Saint Bernard
that's what we try to do.

© Garance de Galzain, Isabelle Z.