It’s nigh impossible to view ourselves phenomenologically — witnessing and reading others is much easier, because of the inherent exteriority of viewing (as opposed to being). Perhaps this is why we make things — to prove we exist to ourselves, not to slip through the cracks of perceptibility. Belgian artist Florence Laprat has such a nice version of this external manifestation with both work and site. And specifically, the primacy of her ongoing “studio egg” piece (made of wax and dust from her studio) shows that her ecto-intelligence/poetics is self effacing and deep. 🥚