For six month, I cycled through the arid lands of the Maghreb and the Middle East with the idea of recreating a world apart from the landscapes and characters I met there. The American West is at the heart of my fascination with deserts and dry places. A territory that is paradoxically empty but rich in symbols. There everything reminds me of the unfinished, the in-between. Everything is being built up. The desert gives the impression of being like a god. Its silence and emptiness give way to a projection space – you can create any world you want, even more so when you’re traveling by bicycle, because the landscapes scroll past at just the right speed, almost like a roll of film. Going alone through the desert all day long, I had sometimes Mad Max-esque visions of how the world might someday look, but anyhow each encounter becomes like an event for me, like a small apparition.