Bruno.

At fourteen, in an apartment block on the outskirts of Montpellier, Bruno used to hear music through the ceiling: not the song, a vibration that traveled down through the pipes as if the building were breathing. A neighbor who'd been a DJ lent him a pair of headphones, and for the first time he heard the space inside a mix: the air that fits inside a sound. That day he stopped listening to songs and started listening to sounds. Everything else comes from there; there's more of him in his biography.

The print holds what's there: a mantis facing forward, triangular green head and large eyes, with the lime jacket and the silver chain around his neck against a clean background. I created it this way, with nothing around him: on a wall it reads at a glance. A curiosity of the species that isn't in the image: the mantis hears through a single ear, in the middle of its chest, tuned to extremely high frequencies. That look of hearing something you can't comes naturally to Bruno.