My room looks like a lie

The symbol of stability and protection that the room represents becomes unstable, fragile, in constant metamorphosis. Realized through a life-size transparent polyvinyl chloride model, my itinerant "inflatable room" moves its strangeness around in natural or urban universes. I silently lie down in this bubble, as intimate as deceptive, then get up from the collapsing bed. Each time, as if in the enigma of a dream, the room disintegrates in a ghostly way through invisible pipes, leaving a disturbing impression of a lack of landmarks and an impossible refuge. My room is limited,beautiful, and uncertain like a lie.