April 1, 2035

Ephemeral ties us to the absurd pole of life.

Welcome to the Auto-Destructive Museum of the Ephemeral, created by No one / Personne (No).

This is a space where things come and go, like a child’s drawing in the sand.

Some works will remain, while others will collapse.

Those too close to the sea will disappear when the tide rises.

I will archive most of my pieces here, but the ones I choose not to share will be hidden elsewhere for you to discover.

This is, in a way, a portfolio—a place to preserve my raw, naïve creations and a place where I can express my chaotic mind.

This place is in a constant state of expansion. I’m shaping its shadow through a mirror. Modifying its identity through time.

La vie errante et incertaine, qui vit au jour le jour

Hors des cadres sociaux, s’extirper par ici

Vagabonds

Désordre

Corruption

Véhément

Deliquescence, dissolution lente, perte de consistance Créer avec l’âme, passer au crible de la lucidité.