Sometimes I lose my fur.
I lose it here and there, sometimes on the street during a performance, sometimes while I am working on some art work.
When the rabbit-man steps in to the world,
he leaves some traces.
Different kind of paths, and each one contains other paths.
Maps arranged in sections in order to create other tracks that only the hounds with the finest nose are able to follow.
There is no need to run, I am often behind the dog that chases me.
Choose a route, get lost in its trails…continue