This is our newest friend Sea Anemona, a green plushie that absorbs nightmares. It holds a black tourmaline inside and carries wishes for playful dreams. Does anyone want to invite it for a trip?

During the pandemic, I watched on social media the death of a young artist who got lost in the sea and whose body was found two days later. My feed was filled with heartfelt messages from friends and fans about how his passing had been unique, which filled my reality with doubts concerning the beginning and the end of things, the decisions I made, and the habits I cultivated. Alone and far away from the routine I chose for myself, I felt, for months, the grief of someone I didn't even know, questioning the paths that led me to him and the conclusions I'd reached at the threshold of this experience. The videos are recordings of the self-analysis I began during those days to understand the void of hopelessness that consumed me. In 2024, after three and a half, I now cease the project that has helped me overcome that time of fear. In 2025, I celebrate life live. Thank you, family and friends, for making the journey fun, curious, and eternal. I need nothing else!