“Chère Melpomène,
We call to you, the ancient muse of tragedy, who once reigned at the back of the Palais des Beaux-Arts. Once a towering statue, several meters high, you have now become a ruin. From the residue of your dust, we seel to transcend the archetype of the muse and evoke a fresh, nuanced breath, able to seep into the interstices of established orders. In between inspiration and expiration, between what is spoken and what remains silent, this breath embodies our deepest desire for social justice.”