A Dialectic of Melancholy

What I have here are as much photographs as they are a constellation of questions, for they seem to me to secrete something of the unknown, the infinite. They were taken in various places in Ukraine during the last year, following those who were forced to flee their homes in search of a new life in Western Europe. They open onto a story of war on the horizon, of a memory of familiarity, and of a new feeling of uncanniness.