For us, a thought always presupposes a society, a culture and above all the consciousness of time. We are haunted by immortality, human notion par excellence. As if the world was here to fascinate us. And to disappoint us. The film travels around the bulb like the Earth around the Sun. Light makes the film visible. A fragile film, like our existence. In the orbit of the film tragedy and our reality, the image resists the cruelty of the experiment.
This audio-visual essay advocates the imagination through a travelogue of constructed and anonymous landscapes. It is a note about the future. Narratives that intertwine between the visual, the auditory, and the expressed tell us about loss, search, presence, vigilance, responsibility, struggle, and freedom.
A time work which avoids the structural narrative and can be grasped as a metaphor for consciousness, perception or as a reflection on the individual position in nature.
