Where is the front? who are we? Where are we going? García Márquez said: “The world is too new, there are many things that do not have names and must be pointed to.“ This is my first satisfying work since I came to France, I was lost for a while in this brand new country, I needed to learn a new language, a new way of life, everything new. I’ve lost part of my language ability, and I’m confused facing the front, I’m pointing there, my mouth is slurred. I make a sound (whistle) like a baby to describe the world. “There, there, there“. Perhaps with a bit of self-deprecation. This is a performance work about the camera and the body, and my direct response to the city.