A silver decoration rising and swelling like the waves of an open sea.

During a fortnight of residence, the tens of metres of aluminium sheets glued together one by one and reinforced with tape were assembled in two huge sections intended to float between the walls of the Generator.

It is my friend and collaborator Any (Tingay), usually an actress and singer in my productions, but since always a precious help to my plastic productions, who courageously and meticulously carried out this colossal work for, in my eyes, an exciting and unreal result.

I wanted to represent a kind of shimmering red sea, animated by a dozen large fans arranged along the two gigantic sections forming the ford to be crossed by the public. And such was the case.

Under a bluish light, the almost 400 m² of aluminium surface shivered continuously in an astonishing rustle during the 5 evenings of performance given at the Generator, then again during 5 evenings in the Anis Gras distillery in Arcueil.

Day after day, Any has been patiently repairing the punctual tears of this strange, throbbing metallic belly, at once infinitely delicate and strangely resistant.

Hundreds of micro-perforations formed under the effect of the air inflating these fragile sails let filter little by little tiny grapes of light coming from the two side airlocks created inside the waves to accommodate, on one side, a cinema in which was diffused ". So Sade "On one side, a concert space in which Christophe (Imbs) played and created his music without interruption during the 5 hours of each performance. Without any intervention on my part, the ensemble seemed very much alive.

In the midst of this Generator-size installation, the public wandered around and chose the order of their visit and their centres of interest to the rhythm of my incessant appearances under various costumes and identities impulsively built up in the moment.