BUTTERFLY is born from a chrysalis all in aluminum. Côte d’Or chocolate aluminum foil that my father gently bent under his fingers and nails, alternating above, below. As a dance his fingers realized a tiny ingot with equal precision. This aluminum, I wanted to force it, bend it, squeeze it to squint. BUTTERFLY forms are born that way, as a CESAR’s compression. Then the folds have become ridges. And then laser cuts to keep the nervousness ribs. Here the lights are invited to reflect, to enter all accessible surfaces to let BUTTERFLY living from his bright entrails. He is alive BUTTERFLY.