I draw my desires and words of love on old Michelin Maps. No lines. Only words.
Everyone is tied to a territory. And every territory is the stage for its own adventures.
Everyone has been dreaming upon a map, then, letting themselves be guided by that same map. I find my way on paper, tracing with my fingers the path of a curve, a valley, a mountain. Every fold, every contour line becomes the canvas upon which I project my emotions.
What are the love words you were once offered or you want to offer? I’ll draw them.
