Nadine de Garam

This is a House that one will never live in and which imposes to travel inside oneself...

There is no opening; the eye turns around and looks for an exit without finding it. The stairs lead nowhere and force us to imagine everything... it is a way to the Infinite.

Sometimes a branch sprouts from the wall, the last hope of a possible Life.

The materials are chosen and worked with care. Earth and bronze bear the imprint of the gesture, like the memory of what was.


Nadine de Garam