Pressing myself on the object created a nostalgic situation. Sometimes I made uncoordinated gestures that arose at that moment from this peculiar relationship, between a painter’s palette (me) and a painter’s palette (the “Parisian”). This moment was the reverse of what happened at the beginning and I thought the arising contrasts: running vs. stopping, movement vs. motionlessness, abruptness vs. calm, lightness vs. weight, were slowly helping me find the right moment to begin my performance. I realized all the situations that had existed in that space were only a preparation for what was about to happen...