A summer in Geneva, a wasp got trapped on my window screen. 
I couldn't stop wondering what was going through its mind as it tried to find a way out. 






 I started recording it,Clearly, it knew where it had been: 
it passed over the same lines again and again, precisely.




Before I finally released it from this small prison,

I traced the paths it took,then printed these traced paths onto household objects I made, 

because insects are meant to be everywhere—including chez nous.