NICOLAS HOUSTON
The first time I saw it, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or remembering something I had never experienced. He was standing at the back of the place, motionless, as if he did not belong to that world. No one else seemed to notice. The music continued, laughter filled the air... but around him everything felt strange, distant, as if reality was gently bending. He was wearing ordinary clothes, nothing that attracted attention. Any guy. And yet something was wrong. He had no face. Where his eyes, his mouth, his expression should be... there was nothing. Just a smooth, empty surface, impossible to ignore and, at the same time, difficult to remember. Because as soon as you looked away, your mind tried to complete it... invent a face that was never there. He didn't move. I was just observing. And then I understood it. I wasn't in that place. I was in my dream. Since that night, every time I close my eyes... he is there too. Closer. More present. As if he was trying to tell me something without words.
About NICOLAS HOUSTON
The first time I saw it, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or remembering something I had never experienced. He was standing at the back of the place, motionless, as if he did not belong to that world. No one else seemed to notice. The music continued, laughter filled the air... but around him everything felt strange, distant, as if reality was...Read more