​Luna’s practice gathers visual information as a living product of the post-internet condition, deeply rooted in the Black diaspora and its diverse cultural histories. Her research extends across different geographical and cultural contexts, tracing connections between music, identity, memory, and lived experience. She has moved between Chicago drill, jazz and Ethiopian music, Memphis rap, and Logobi in France, exploring the diverse forms through which Black culture is produced, circulated, remembered, and transformed.

 

Using the internet as an accessible archive, she collects pieces of everyday life, icons, and testimonies from Black communities to reconnect these stories across different places and times. By juxtaposing isolated screenshots with monumental assemblages, Mahoux opens up a reflection on collective memory. Within these visual layers, text becomes central: blending her own diary entries with quotes from Black artists to ground her personal narrative in a broader cultural history.
 

During the residency, Luna began developing two new projects. The first is Not Time To Die, a book composed of collected screenshots and personal text that extends her ongoing investigation into the internet as a repository of fragmented memories and cultural testimonies. Presented deconstructed across the floor, the pages form an expanded physical layout that builds a non-linear narrative.

 

The second is a participatory and itinerant project emerging from an embryonic idea of a Black archive, titled Black Itinerant Library. The project invites people to contribute any kind of material—objects, images, documents, photographs, texts, or personal records—to build a collective archive that gathers, preserves, and celebrates Black culture and lived experiences across different communities and geographical contexts. Rather than functioning as a fixed institution, the archive is conceived as mobile and continuously evolving, growing through the contributions of the people it encounters.

 

“My brother and I are less than a year apart. My mother used to do my hair and everyone thought we were twins. Our teeth fell out at the same time. My brother had the smile. Not a second would pass without him laughing and smiling. Everyone knew that my brother was someone special. My brother is the strongest. He sank into the stars, without light, and in his mothers womb, but he came out through the wind and the sound of the forests and the volcano of Afar.”