This sculpture excavates a suspended body. A fragile shower head hangs nonchalantly over a pipe slouched in its own materiality. It builds a liquid line around itself by twisting the fullness of its form. The shower head seems to want to join the fold of this body. 

    Trapped under the mass of the pipe, a frigid sponge also twists its thirsty form. Its alveoli have gorged themselves on all the liquid forms that have passed within their reach. 

    It is an ambivalent form capable of drying out and contracting to the point of suffocation. This small petrified sculpture bears witness of this binarity. 

    Its transparency has made it as precious as useless. Imprisoned in a frozen form and weighed down by its material, the sponge, like the rest of the elements of this sculpture, waits without any function for the time to wash its curves.