Hilma af Klint, Tree of Knowledge, No. 1, 1913–15, watercolor, gouache, graphite, and ink on paper, 17 7⁄8 × 11 5⁄8".

Film poster for La Jetée (1967) dir. Chris Marker

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. “Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Dominique Rayou (*1957) - Epi Center

Si j'avais quatre dromadaires (If I Had Four Dromedaries, Chris Marker, 1966)

Daniel Buren, The Rotating Square – In and Out of the Frame, 1938

There is no way of living with others which takes away the burden of being myself, which allows me to not have an opinion; there is no ‘inner’ life that is not a first attempt to relate to another person. In this ambiguous position, which has been forced on us because we have a body and a history (both personally and collectively), we can never know complete rest. We are continually obliged to work on our differences, to explain things we have said that have not been properly understood, to reveal what is hidden within us and to perceive other people.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The World of Perception (trans. Oliver Davis)