Beginning of September: The start of my 10-week residency at Centre Est-Nord-Est. My relationship with those around me becomes the focus of the work.

October 4:

Artists and staff at the centre are informed of my intention to not speak for one month.

October 9:

My action triggers a long, heated discussion for and against its continuation at the centre. My silence is interupted. It also causes conflicts at the house I share and I start looking for accommodations elsewhere.

October 15:

I construct a paper tunnel which starts at the entrance of my studio and continues for ten metres inside. This is the only way to enter my space.

gradually the tunnel begins to rip and fall apart...

October 25:

I take it down, transform it into a ball, and wrap it with the long string of elastic bands previously used to hold up the structure. It remains in a corner on the floor of my studio...I continue with other gestures inside the space.

October 28:

I couldn't sleep, I don't know why...took down the tunnel, maybe that's why...need to express feelings of transparency...something in me can't sit still, can't relax...

smearing, smudging and scattering, outlining, defining and shifting, I mark myself into the space

October 31:

I move back to the main house.

November 11:

Trying to cope with feelings of fragmentation following my time away...loss of connection to the group, things seem to be breaking without warning, can't be held together...

I am letting myself fall apart, letting myself be raw, what will come of it, what will come in?

November 22:

I will return home tomorrow or maybe the next day. Questions that I still want to ask "M" : what are you scared of? what did you expect? what will you remember about me?