© Marine Dricot, 2015.
In a trial-and-error process made to measure distance from inner gravity to star clusters and plot them on a tape, the signals have to go through the most intricate channels. Within moments, the images produced by the body outnumber those of its living cells; from inward hegemony to more clever recreations, a promise which sounds like a ride of thousands of kilometers. The compass continues circling, always standing proud and brave, whereas everything around keeps moving, turning, mutating, so similar to us. It is hereditary, a set distance we seek to lengthen doing the splits, facing the duty with an unlimited and multiform desire to escape the bleak conditions of existence. - Bérangère Maximin, Made To Measure 41, 2015.