Following Les Yeux de Mon Cœur, this new proposal continues the exploration of seeing — not as mere visual faculty, but as gesture, as stance, at times as resistance. Mon Œil — a familiar expression of doubt, disbelief — introduces a subtle disjunction: between appearance and belief, between what is seen and what is accepted as true. It is a retort, a recoil, a blink of awareness in response to what is laid bare. Here, the eye is no longer just an organ, but a filter, a threshold, a point of friction between the inner and the outer world. It grows skeptical, playful, critical. The work questions what it means to see today — in a landscape saturated with images, claims, and overlapping narratives. What kind of gaze do we adopt? Which one do we refuse? And above all: whose gaze is it?

Echoing the previous project, Mon Œil asserts a singular, sometimes resistant, always alert subjectivity. Luminous blue-speckled, sun-drenched ochre, vivid orange, electric yellow, bruised violet, deep arterial red — these hues do not merely adorn, they vibrate with the ambiguity of vision. One eye looks. The other withdraws.