France / United States
You can look forever and not find anything, what remains, the imprint of us, what disappear. The quest as a form of feelings. A detail is enough to fall over the truth to the solitude. A total transformation of a being to the point that it is not recognizable any more. Everything returns one to another as recurring motives. There is no set, only isolated fragments and an incomprehensibility of the distance as we get closer. At the end of the day, the image is more important than the reality because we live in the forgetting of our metamorphoses.