“The golden age is when you die
as you lay down under your belly
as you hide under your belly
your hands protecting your heart
When your eyes are open at last
but don't look at yourself anymore
When you look at the light
and its hanged clouds
The golden age comes after hell
after the age of money
You are a small child again
inside Earth's womb
The golden age is when you sleep
in your last barracks”.
Jacques Brel, The coming of age
2015 Sologne Biennale, France
2009 Galerie Art 77, Paris, France
2007 I am the dress of my mother, Galerie Capazza, Nançay, France
Sitting here and waiting, Municipal Mediatheque, Romorantin, France
2006 Valéria trip, Municipal Mediatheque, Romorantin, France
2005 L’angle Sylphide, Galerie Art 77, Paris, France
2004 Valéria trip, Private space, Paris, France