In the infinitely small, there is no more matter or energy, only information circulates, strings that vibrate. And yet the being exists, how does it affirm its presence? Could it be just a cry, which the stones and the living perceive? Consciousness affirms itself in a vertical gesture and is born a density, a density, in the eternal ether and then it can be anchored in the golden earth. And a body incarnates. In his long and patient work of tracing, the artist thinks the world.