“Some cards still snag wool in their claws. This reminder of their utilitarian function is also the triumphal proof of their disorientation, the negation of this primary function, its diversion in favor of poetic invention. Glued directly to the canvas in an impeccable geometry, the cards are laid out in a line or in a tile to be avoided, their points still stretch out like a threat to be extinguished, but are definitively put out of harm's way. It is the seduced gaze and no longer the ingenuous chair that they taunt and attack, so striking is their abundance like a spurt of hostility in the intact white of the canvas. They multiply ad infinitum to stare at the viewer with their clawed metal, to inflict their perilous presence on them, brandished by their sleeves like a sign of danger of death. »
Youssef Wahboun
2013