He has slept for hundreds of years – in his glass jar full of alcohol – he has become almost sculpture – all impermanence ended – his time conserved – we have a reverence for that time – before the feeling of knowing that he lived 250 years ago – death has something gentle in this face, but death is also something very abstract, hard to make tangible.

A familiar smell for us, when we enter a collection – when we immerse ourselves in a world of alcohol preparations – mysteriously – on its archive shelves, waiting to be regarded as being, to be not forgotten.

Each visit brings new surprises, new confrontations…

Daniel & Geo