Every morning when I wake up a new image is projected in the ceiling of my room.

At a time when the indoor has become the new quotidian, I started to observe it with a different attention, giving a new importance to the images projected every day.

They came from the outside and I read them as a code, a kind of a language, that I adapted so it could be read by a music box, and it became a sound.

It has been a continuous and repetitive work as a circular movement. Like a sundial, different images come up at a different time of the day, as a mark of time passing by. March 2020