Lunar bodies, stranded at the tides. Rolling on the mudflats. Drilling molluscs. Recovering the tender flesh. Behind the steel. Nights of memories lick the clay deposit, reviving the crystallized fears. And the abyssal heart. Holes : for fluxes. Abysses : for luminescence. 

Eros & Thanatos | Photomontages, Self-Portraits | 2010