The Negative Hands

The image presents a travelling made from a car. Still night, but at daybreak, we go from the Bastille Square (where the French Revolution was born in 1789) to the Arch of Triumph, passing through the Rivoli Street and its stone archways. The sound presents Duras’s voice producing another image: the portrait of the artist who painted his negative hands, affixing his fingerprints on the walls of pre-historic caves. Duras talks about him, makes up his reasons, reproduces his foolishness. Two phantoms conversing, two beginnings intertwining.