Ne crains pas le bruit de mes ailes (2025)

If I could spend a day as curator of the Jardin des Plantes, I'd guide my visitor through it as if it were a song or poem, following my own rhythm. No lectures, no scientific formality. Just an invitation to wander, to imagine possibilities, to find connections between different worlds – in words, sounds, the wind, and dreams. A time for observation, listening, and discovering the world's magic. Nothing would be treated seriously, but everything would feel significant.