In the liquid world in which we live, our humanity gradually fades. At that time, we only have the longing for human heat. This desire is poetically manifested in the 'Terraine Vague', buildings that stop in time and economies remain out of date within their own time, a timelessness. These buildings bring with them an imaginary, an essence that cannot be exempt from Kronos.
These fragments, sediments of history, are reflected through the contrast between light and darkness, between rust and neatness, between the material and the immaterial that is expressed both in textures and in their degradation.