- Oh, horseses !

- No, they’re called HORSES, my mother told me.

- Oh well, I thought it was horseses...

We forge bonds with the animals of the city, whether they are alive, statues, stuffed animals... whether they are free, caged, preserved, domesticated. This unexpected closeness in an urban environment that is not their natural habitat reveals their condition and our own. What interests me the most is observing their existence because it questions our own notion of territory and the way we coexist together. In my eyes, their presence appears to represent the absurdity of our city life. Their loneliness is the same as ours, could the city be considered our own zoo ?