( A walk with Hegel, Levinas and Derrida )

This statement by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel was for me a reflection on the groundlessness of Being; merciless, elusive, only known from the traces of past.

In a sober palette, the images of unpretentious things are shown: a burying stone, a piece of wood, a snail's house ... They are banal objects, forgotten things that do not claim anything, senseless things in themselves. They are shown without background that informs us, or that leads us to the how, the why. And if here and there, as an unstolen gift, something additional appears, the image remains what it is; a monadic world, an existence without reference, as foundlings.

And yet ...

The burying stone is weathered, the wood bleached, the snail's house undressed. Sometimes the image recedes, as if it can not or does not want to give up (for longer) to the fleeting glances. Trace wearers are those who, without more, show the signs of being-who what can hardly be grasped at all.

Perhaps the image is simply something like a mirroring of or for the viewer, who comes and goes.

And that viewer, he meets himself again, otherwise now but just as fragile, as brittle, as memory almost, november images.

The truth? the Whole? It is there, very briefly, and with a confrontational groundlessness from its opposite.