Undoing the body, the camera. Becoming-imperceptible to recover the secret. Intuition is the art of disappearing in the instant. To project oneself into the essence of things, to know them by empathy, by sensation. To disappear before oneself in order to reappear in a new other.

Act of decomposition for the creative. Towards the essences there is no story, history or tale, even more so here there are sensations, emotions, fundamental territory of art. But this deconstruction is not of infinite speeds, but of the finite for the infinite; we know that measurement is only a pastime that feeds our false sense of belonging to time. We are of time.