I have always been drawn to those who dive.
In Senegal as in Japan, the diver is not simply a body in motion.
They are a figure o passage.
The Japanese diving women, the Ama, descend in apnea into the depths.
In their suspended breath, they vanish from the visible world.

They become something else.
They remind me of spirits.
Presences between two states,
between two realities.
The diver descents to where light dissolves.
They cross the silence, face the invisible, touch what eludes.
To dive becomes a ritual.
An act of faith.
An initiation.

In many traditions, water is a sacred threshold.
The body is immersed to bless, to purify, to transform.
One plunges under to be reborn differently.
In my work, these figures are not realistic bodies.
They are messengers.
Beings in transformation,
suspended between falling and rising.
Because here, to descend is already to ascend.
DUGG is that tipping point.

That inner passage where one leaves the surface to encounter what lies beyond.
Diving into one's dreams.
Diving into one's fears.
Diving into one's memories.
To resurface carrying a different energy.
A different vision.