It is a surface. Very flat. Like a plane flying over desolated lanscapes. Werner Herzog, Lektionen in Finsternis. A list. Jack Kerouac, On the road. A non- exhaustive list of elements. Lucchino Visconti, Ludwig. It is like a box that you open and everything poors down. Bérurier Noir, Souvent fauchés toujours marteaux. Pandora’s box. Leon Tolstoi, Guerre et Paix. At the end of the day it could become a tool or a toolkit, something to look at in some future time. Fjodor Dostoievski, Die Brüder Karamasov. Something to look at more than something to read. The Cure, Disintegration. There are images. Leo Tolstoi, Der Tod des Iwan Iljitsch. He ran away from home and got caught by death on a train station bench. Ingmar Bergman, Laterna Magica. A few images. Arnaud Desplechin, Un conte de noël. All is past. It is all past. Gustave Flaubert, La tentation de saint Antoine. It is like a collection. It has the same obsessive futility. Andrei Zviaguintsev, The Return. Francis Ford Coppola, Apocalypse Now. Hearts of Darkness. Gustave Flaubert, Trois contes. toolsexpedition.pdf
published in Expedition, International Platform for artistic exchanges, Laboratoires d’Aubervilliers, Paris, 2007.