The white cube is my little comfort zone, a place that is completely sterilised, free from any distraction, empty from all things. Accepting to stay in a white cube is a very comforting thought, as I am in control of everything.
The white cube is an idea born from all the rooms I moved in and had to leave when I arrived in Berlin. In every room, the process was the same : I was rented an empty cube with white walls that was going to be mine for some months, until I had to leave it completely white again for someone else to occupy.
I would try to own this empty space, make it mine, cover the white walls, but always knowing that it was not going to last long, and that eventually I would have to start again from the beginning. After a while, I started accepting to live in a white cube, that I might be stuck in this permanent impermanence.
Anywhere in the world, I was in search for this white cube, this place that feels like home but is only a representation of my own reality.
As a white person, I am conditioned to see the world in a certain way, to consider the whole planet as an object of desire. As a man, I am also supposed to never lose control, to always be stronger than my emotions. The white cube is the western representation of the world as a flat and easy-to-pack product.
Quickly, being surrounded by a white environnement also becomes a scary thought. In such environnement, the only distraction becomes my mind. Imagine being lost in a snow storm. Imagine being in an hospital with broken bones, all covered in plaster. If anything interferes with my perfectly balanced environment, it becomes a prison.
Mostly, what the white cube represents is a question mark, and whatever is put in it becomes a question.