I made the Candyfloss Dress when I was 20 years old. At that age, I had not yet encountered all the underground life that inhabits me. I was 20 years old and I was on Erasmus in Copenhagen.

In French, Candyfloss is called Barbe à Papa (Daddy's beard)
In Danish, Candyfloss dress is translated as Kandyflosskjole.

You may wonder why I am suddenly giving you a Danish lesson? Especially for a word that you are very unlikely to ever need to pronounce and especially in Danish.

And yet it is so important. In all my work language and words are so important. And if I mention Candyfloss dress is called Kandyflosskjole, it's to show you how the Danish word has nothing to do with the French word (Daddy's beard). It is literally a dress made of sugar clouds.

At this point in the story, you may be wondering why I insist on telling you something uninteresting. And it is precisely in the uninteresting that there is all the interest.

The fact that the word I used to talk about my project was meaningless to me, kept me even further away from my project. I was not feeling concerned and the important meaning of the project stayed even more hidden from me.

It so happened that in French, my mother tongue, I created a dress out of daddy's beard, which I ate.

It so happened that in French, my mother tongue, I created a dress out of cotton candy, which I ate.

Initially I had asked someone else to wear and eat the dress. Because my favourite part of my projects is the organisation, the realisation and taking the pictures.

As you can see in this picture I am so focused on what is going on that nothing else matters.

But the video was noticed by a group of artists who invited me to be part of their exhibition at the big museum in Copenhagen and wanted to use the image of the Candyfloss dress to advertise the exhibition.

At the time I didn't know how much I was creating everything that happened to me. The deal with Louise was that it was just for this little class exhibition. So I arranged to have to wear and eat the Daddy's beard Dress myself.

I often feel like I've swallowed the other person's way of looking at me. That I've internalized it so much that I forget it's the other person's way of looking me.

In the case of the Candyfloss dress, It's interesting because for a long time I was a very anxious person, without knowing why. Until one day I realised that this anxiety belonged to my father. It was not mine

For a long time, I was also an impatient person, again without knowing why. This too belongs to my father. I can give it back to him now.