Laetitia Sadier, Find me the Pulse of the Universe

It's that time of the year where your instinct needs to be analysed and written down for others to understand. I remember when I was little, I used to listen to these museum guides talk about the artist's intention behind the work. I always deluded myself on the fact that art was really a rational thing. 

Years later, here I am, trying to explain a gut feeling and a series of connections that only makes sense to me. Project proposals. I sometimes wonder if this deconstruction makes the poetic part fade away, I really hope it has the power to always remain elusive while trying to be honest.
I'm glad Enzo is by my side for this process.