Blite, like black and white.
Drowned in the spherical roundnesses and the elegant lines of the carriers. A privileged space, drawn bar, suspended at the interstices of the gestures. A mixture of bodily and architectural urban installations. Blite moves within the urban landscape randomly, confers it a new face, ephemeral, and slowly imposes the public this quiet presence. Then suddenly the fall, an epileptic gesture, a resonant provocation which freezes the space. Like on the edge of the void, the limit of the acceptable, the danger. The spectator questions himself.

Blite, always on the edge.