Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...
Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there...

Julien Creuzet the fire, our pensive dreams, the fire, our hands on their skins, our hands up high, up there in the ferns, weeds. drum, rum so as not to forget to hear our hearts beating in our chests, it’s a promise (canne à sucre), 2024

Metal, acrylic, textile, plastic, digital printing, paper, goatskin
279.2 x 152.5 x 14.4cm
(109 7/8 x 60 x 5 5/8in)
CREU 03
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