It is difficult to watch a man falling from the world trade centre without attempting to track down evidence of something between the indescribable and the unthinkable. Beyond the symbolism of the event, the instant touches on another of our fears. We are, here, unable to use our capacity to project, having come up against the final barrier to our survival system, the one which prevents us from asking ourselves: why live rather than nothing?
In photography, the question remains permanently suspended. The precision of the picture seems to neutralise the powerful tragedy of the subject matter. It is too clear to be real. The regular structure of the façade accentuates the formal aspect of the image.
What happens if we progressively empty the image of its detail, when extreme pixelisation only enables us to glimpse three pixels moving barely perceptibly and forcing our mind to imagine the horror, deliberately stepping over the barrier of distance, heating the medium until it is white hot, to quote McLuhan. We asked ourselves what could be removed from a man to make him no longer a man, and we must in fact ask ourselves what can be removed from representation for it to stop representing and affect us more. As a consequence of this dynamic gestalt, the emotional force is all the stronger here as the video, projected non-stop, makes the pixels move with the slow peacefulness of the inevitable.