Andros Dresamore i becomes a predator. His body slides along a wall, clumsily reproducing the movements of a fish. The Jaws soundtrack creates an unbearable tension. Then he turns around, his eyes fixed on the camera. He advances, slowly, inexorably, towards us. The wall is no longer a backdrop; it becomes an ocean reduced to a flat surface. The artist threatens the viewer, and perhaps even devours him. It is the predator within him reborn.