Painting of shadows, "dead season", protracted low tide. Even borderline images of this melancholic panorama (absolute black - crow sitting near flat on the sand body and extremely bright - old coffee shop, framed by tired soundings accordion and pipes) do not come out of this uniform procession, timekeeping, the consciousness of the one who is in the picture only in sensitive, wary body. Reading, dream, death - these are the forms of his lack, perceived by us as both a veil and space for guessing.
