An afternoon at the museum, one soup of flowers and blueberries.

An afternoon at the museum, one soup of flowers and blueberries.

What binds us to the images we create? If the act of capturing them belongs to us, to whom does the image belong: to what allows itself to be seen, to the one who records it, or to the one who first imagined it? Between thought and the world, perhaps the image belongs to no one or passes through everyone.

Filmed on a full moon day, between October 8 and 9, two thousand and twenty-two.