Translation, or the experience of a land that overflows and persists only in a man’s footsteps. It is a territory whose contours cannot be traced on a map.

As an isolated figure, the man walks at the edges of the space, endlessly up and down. He precedes us, accompanies us, and comes after us. The responsibility of his action evolves through the formulation of a presence that he carries with him. His equivocal movement is in friction with the surroundings, attaches itself to the experience of non-place and the echoing expanse that spreads out, echoed by a world of reflections. Only the horizon cleaves the space in its integral relation. A territory that exceeds language: we transit through space, absorbed in our relation to this figure.

A mythological traversal inscribed in its own duration, that of a tireless dream placed in a space that is both characteristic and devoid of bearings. This trajectory questions both the lived distance and the passage in a shifting, transitory territory.