Would it be possible to think with your hands or fingers, when speech is not being used? Black circles and large flat areas of colour, clear lines, warm or cold lights, always saturated, faces without eyes and eyes without expression. Would it be possible to see without eyes when exchanging glances is unfounded? Who is a person and who is not? A chimera, a bird, an object, a monster, a landscape? Who speaks and who is silent? The line travels across the page. Bodies emerge, lengthen, twist, and mingle. There is no longer any depth or concept of distance. Everything is thrown together, as if in one single gesture: people and things in equal parts; fixed, frozen in the moment of their metamorphosis, solitary, together and sovereign. The world runs under Inès Andouche’s skin, depositing thin films on the page or canvas. Skin against skin: a world of our own!