About what we can't see, what could be on the unknown horizon. At last, we can't be really sure of what is out of our reach, we can just wonder about what we already know. The mist is like a furtive possibility of something else, at least during a short instant. It's like a cloud, a set of micro particles of water, that traveled in every place, with no strain of borders or walls.
Every particle could be from everywhere and from nowhere in the same time, touched by so many grounds, so many individuals, and brought with it traces of everything. Water is the ultimate traveler. With so many voices in it's flow, every time the same, but different. A cloud of voices, that is not one but many, each frozen in different states in it's path.
The Unknown, First stay. Printed photography, sound 10m46. 2017/18.