Women’s bodies buried under fingerprints, footprints encapsulating a breast or encircling a silhouette, enigmatic images appear on the screen. Tiane Doan na Champassak collects them and opens the doors to a dreamlike gallery of paintings where reality switches into fantasy at any moment.
Having become our cultural environment, the virtual world makes us dependent on the digital image. But what does this sensuality of fingers constantly stroking pixels mean? Does this lawful drug make us see the dimension where we would like to live?