A small animal is looking into the camera through a steel fence. In this space between a utopia and a nightmare, it moves about, like a dancer, lost in its own action, one that is nothing but an indiscreet shadow, a stream of poetry, or a nervous excommunication.

What is it that we make stand in for it in this ironic and obsessive photographic mirror? Nothing. The mirror provides a backup for the eye and torments the body, without leaving anything in its own place.