Black stars
For several years now, in the middle of the night I have been projecting images I could be dreaming about and I am drifting off to sleep in my thoughts. I found a way to pass the time internautically: I go through the windy cartography and let myself be surprised by the night images from different parts of the world, where remote and empty places are monitored 24 hours a day and transmitted on this website. I started to collect night images as if it was the image gallery of my dreams. In this form of waking dream I find landscapes that speak rather of a here, like a black hole that collapses inward all those images, those that do not let me sleep and those that are archived on the internet infinitely in every part of the world.