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Lumineuses
Presences by day. Poems by night.
An antique chandelier. A shop-window mannequin. Materials destined to vanish.
I take them apart. I transform them.
By day, the *Lumineuses* inhabit the space—golden, textured, silent.
By night, they transform it with a warm, living light.
They are not lamps. They are not ordinary sculptures.
They are presences with a double life.
A *Lumineuse* does not decorate a space. It activates it.
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