Geometric ascension, steeples of stone staring at the stars, space built by the hands of men to sing along with shiny astral spheres. Quietness to preserve prayers from the deafening roar of god's creation. Stone and glass laden with faith, blood shed to rise them higher. Chtonian altars to celebrate the largest creation of man.

A place to raise our children, a place to bury our kings, a place to keep our hopes and not too loose completely our faith in mankind.


To remember one of the fewest things that humanity can be proud of


A fight against the void, with swords and arrows of stone raised to the sky : a defiance to chaos.

Quietness to preserve prayers from the deafening roar of god's creation


Thick walls to protect the bones of saints, of kings, of holy men : funereal ornaments, Morbid fetishism versus oblivion.


Organs howling melismas : tribal hypnotism versus reflection.

A massive ceiling to shelter the chapels of canonized ones. Glorification of the holiest insanity, paintings to remember, dubious gold as offerings.


Confessionals as humiliation places, unrequited exchanges.


Let god hear our screams
Let god hear our fears
Let us create and think

Let us draw and build
Let us write and sing
To forget we are nothing