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By day, I am a finance consultant.
At dawn, I run the trails: I am a trail runner.
At night, I build absurd and disorderly worlds.

I create when logic cracks and emotions overflow.

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Since my earliest memories, as a child, I was already cutting up invoices — logic — and gluing them together with advertising flyers — emotion — to make collages. Today, nothing has changed. I am still trying to solve equations with emotional unknowns.

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I write best when everything spills over: sadness, anger, saturation. It comes out without asking for my permission. When everything is going well, I make art. Well, almost.

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I can remain motionless for hours, absorbed in an idea taking shape. Time skips. The weekend disappears. Sometimes an entire month. Some days, magic sulks; on others, it explodes.

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I am a human of variable geometry: someone who adores pasta, Mr. Darcy, and Karoline Georges. Bambi still makes me cry; there should be a warning label: “Sensitive souls beware — risk of flooding.”

 

My work is an organic labyrinth. You will encounter collapsing equations, absurd images, roller-coaster emotions flying in every direction, and two or three bugs scattered here and there.

 

Welcome to my mind. Nothing is stable.

And everything is built backwards.

 

 

I wish you a wonderful stroll through my Palace. A visit to a place kept secret. A universe where golden and silver flowers grow crooked. Where windows and doors do not exist, stones recite poetry, and birds speak to children.

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— Wendie de Kandiss
Architect of the Void.

Owner of a Magnificent Ruined Castle.