"On page five, the agreement says:" "The producers must examine any object or subject, ordinary or extraordinary, in any field, according to their actions or ideas, making sure to identify any existing trace of what we have agreed to call art to finally discover if art is a legend" "or a reality." ""One day," Van Gogh said," ""we will seize death in order to go to another star."" "I think we were right in taking the boat to return from New York." "In a plane, you never see the whole sky." "When they spoke to him about victims," "Boltanski said..." "Listen to this:" "In church, it's true, you get a certain feeling, but it's the church that creates it." "Afterwards you just pile up clothes, at best, they're from agnès b." "or Galeries Lafayette." "To call that the "Children's Museum Reserve"" "is not only an abuse of language, it's also a kind of atrocity, an artistic crime committed by a public figure who believes it's better to be in agreement with all the world than in disagreement with himself." "What should it be called, then?" "Don't call it anything, perhaps, since she doesn't have the strength to call for help anymore." "So it remains a document, and receives the Pulitzer Prize." "In any case, we paid the Sygma Agency 2,856 francs, plus 5.50 in taxes, for the right to show this photo." "No, for the duty." " Yes." "But at the morgue in Blida, after the Sidi Sehrane massacres, no one dared speak of art." "Even so, one speaks of "the art of war."" "That's different." "There was that exhibition, you remember, with photos of the war in Yugoslavia." "The newspapers accused the photographer of making art, as they say, with images of horror." "One must tread carefully there." "A man named William Haglund dug up countless bodies, for months on end, for the court in The Hague." "Those photos testify to the reality of crimes against humanity." "Now, if there's a misunderstanding, it's because the photographer shouldn't have enlarged those photos, nor shown them on big canvases as if they were paintings." "What then is the difference between the horrors of French policy in Africa and the Goya of the "Horrors of War"?" "From Botticelli to Barnett, it's the same view, the same silence," ""for I always speak the language of the other."" ""When I talk to myself," "I talk to myself, using the words of the other."" "Now's the time to know where we're at." "But that's hard, a bit like flying blind." "It's true:" "legend, reality, art, the year 2000..." "The MoMA people haven't really asked for anything specific." "They'd like to make up their minds, without knowing what about." "There's something I've often wondered about, but never asked." "May I ask the question now?" "Of course!" "Why have you never been to the stars?" "I tell myself I've stayed here because I couldn't get away, but I don't really think that." "But being able to get away is part of our nature." "So why didn't you do it?" "The idea that man was free in the universe, that he could go anywhere he wanted, was a completely unfathomable miracle." "And the fact that he has reached this point alone, with his body and mind, and an inner power others don't have, is absolutely unbelievable." "So in that case the legend is us." "Maybe we're the ghosts of people taken away when everybody vanished." "You know, I have this impression again of hearing the noises and murmuring of ghosts nestled in the midst of their works, in the last hiding place left to them on earth." "Yes." "Our old world has collapsed, and there's not a lot of it left." "First we thought wed lost everything, but with time we've realized that this loss wasn't all bad." "Maybe not bad at all." "And finally, instead of losing, we've gained the chance to make a new start." "Theater, novel, painting, films..." "It seems that the question is not knowing if man will continue, but knowing if he has the right to." "Let's get on with the exercises, then." "There's a moment when the light begins to strike things, making them stammer out their shapes and then their successive names, starting out with the very "thing" that is the beginning." "First there's "something," and then "some things."" "Exactly like in the Book of Books." "There's an infancy of the features of the world, of a day, of any given place." "They are more alone than ever." "In fact, they've disappeared." "They've left the landscape, or at least our idea of a familiar landscape." "In some places, they still organize a small demonstration, but only for love." "And the next year, they fall into a ditch, or cling to an embankment on the edge of the road, the highway, or the freeway." "Always on the fringes." "As if they were refugees." "So much fine blood this earth has drunk, workers' and farmers' blood, because the crooks who start the wars never die." "Only the innocents get killed." ""Red Hill," it's called, baptized with blood one morning." "All those who went up there ended up down in the ravine." "Now there are vines and grapes are growing there." "Whoever drinks that wine, drinks the blood of his friends." "You could call them the last artists." "Can time be recounted?" "Time as it is, as such and in itself?" "No, that would really be a hare-brained undertaking." "Art wasn't protected from time." "It was what protected time." "Someone forgotten who, but someone once said that he who sings is not always happy." "We work in the dark, we do what we can, we give what we have." "Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task." "The rest is the madness of art." "That reminds me of my old philosophy teacher," "Mr. Brunschwig:" ""One is in the other, and the other is in the one, and those are the three persons."" "The spirit borrows from matter the perceptions it draws its nourishment from, and gives them back as movement stamped with its freedom." "The spirit borrows from matter... and gives them back as movement stamped with its freedom." "With the red hair of a little street girl" "I'd torch all of modern civilization." "Since a girl has to have long hair, she has to have clean hair." "Since she has to have clean hair, she mustn't have a messy house." "Since she mustn't have a messy house, her mother must be carefree." "Since her mother must be carefree, the landlord can't be a profiteer." "Since the landlord can't be a profiteer, there has to be a redistribution of property." "Since there has to be a redistribution of property, there has to be a revolution." "The girl with the red-gold hair is the sacred image of humanity." "The KEO project, the archeological bird of the future." "A microsatellite shaped like a bird." "Launched in 2001, it will return to Earth in 50,000 years to tell our distant descendants what Earth and its inhabitants were like today." "In addition to standard subjects like geography, biology, history, etc., the bird will also deliver messages sent by the inhabitants of the earth into their future." "What kind of messages?" "I don't know... "Love one another."?" "I'd be surprised." "Perhaps:" ""Stop discrimination against women."" "That would surprise me too." "Or: "Show a Griffith film once a year."" "I have my doubts." "It's the future that decides if the past is alive or not." "A man with plans for progress defines his old self as the self that no longer exists, and loses interest in it." "On the other hand, some peoples plan involves the rejection of time and an identification with the past." "This is the case for most people." "They reject time because they don't want to come down in the world." "So many things you haven't even seen, like on this street you walk down six times a day, or in your room, where you spend so many hours a day." "Look at the angle, the edge of that furniture makes with the windowpane." "You have to reclaim it from banality, from the unseen visible." "You have to save it, give it what you can, through imitation and the shortfalls of your sensibility, to any sublime landscape, sunset, storm at sea, or any artwork in a museum." "Those are readymade views." "But give to this poor person, to this place, to this insipid moment and thing, and you'll be rewarded a hundredfold." "So who are you?" "I'm the person who speaks, the one named I, and who, from body to body, from face to face, indeed, in all of life itself, in all form, has the moment to act," "and can't do anything but be." "We haven't done much yet." "We've visited a few stars." "This image that you are, that I am, which Walter Benjamin speaks of, that point where the past resonates with the present for a split second to form a constellation." ""The work of art," he says," ""is the sole apparition of something distant, however close it may be."" "But I'm not sure I understand:" "close and distant at the same time." "People often say:" ""In the beginning was..."" "The origin is both what is discovered as absolutely new, and what recognizes itself as having existed forever." "The sum of all ideas, according to Benjamin, makes up a primal, ever-present landscape." "Even when people have forgotten it, and it's a question of returning." "There are the stars, which are to the constellations what things are to ideas." "Instead of "exercises," we could've said "an object lesson."" ""Exercises in artistic thinking," was what we said." "The concept is that of approach." "Just as stars simultaneously approach and move away from each other, driven by the laws of physics as they form a constellation, so too do certain things and thoughts approach each other to form one or more images." "So to understand what goes on between stars and between images, you must start by looking at the simple links." "So everything's far away, and close at the same time." "Between the infinitely small and the infinitely large, we'll eventually find an average." "And the average will be the average person, no doubt." "What already has been will be, and what will be has already been." "19 people attended the Crucifixion," "1400 the first performance of "Hamlet."" "And two and a half billion attended the World Cup final." "An image isn't only an atom." "It is, has been, will be its own image, the image of the image, the image of all these possibilities." "Working as an artist isn't just a matter of observing, of collecting experimental data, then coming up with a theory, a picture, a novel, a film, etc." "Artistic thinking begins with the invention of a possible world, or a fragment of a possible world, then using experience and work, painting, writing, filming, to confront it with the outside world." "This endless dialogue between imagination and work allows for the formation of an ever-clearer representation of what we agree to call reality." "We're all lost in the immensity of the universe." "We've lost our native country, we have no place to go, or worse yet, too many places that we could go." "We're lost, not only in the depths of the universe, but also in the depths of our own minds." "When people only lived on one planet, they knew where they were." "They had a yardstick, they had their index finger to check the direction of the wind." "But now we're lost, even when we think that we know where we are." "Either there's no path leading back home, or we don't have a homeland worth going back to." "We don't have a home anymore." "Humankind has broken up, scattered, and is still scattering out among the stars." "Our species, as a whole, cannot bear the past." "Many of us also hate the present, and we only have one direction: the future, which takes us further away from the concept of a homeland of our own." "As a whole, our species is made up of incurable wanderers." "We reject all ties, everything we could cling to." "And that will certainly continue until the ineluctable day, when we each begin to understand that we're not free, as we thought, but lost." "Only when we try to remember, with our ancestral memory, where we went, and why, will we fully understand how lost we are." "Haven't we forgotten to talk about the decisive turn in painting?" "Later." "Now we're dealing with the technology of the future." "But when we left the earth, rejecting and scorning our native planet to go off to distant, brighter stars, we expanded our space enormously." "We don't have those few million years." "In our haste, we don't have time anymore..." "When Jean-François Millet paints two peasants praying in a field, and calls it "The Angelus,"" "the title matches the reality." "When Francis Picabia draws a bolt and calls it "Portrait of an American Girl in the Nude,"" "the title no longer matches the reality." ""All the same to me," says Picabia, after Duchamp and before Warhol, just like the owner of the station café as he hands you the menu." "That was the decisive turn in painting." "The second one." "The first was when painters decided to paint eternal woman." "That happened almost from the start, but it did no harm to the Virgin Mary." "So from sacred legends we moved to natural history." "I get the feeling the titles have taken their revenge." "Today you don't see the image, you see what the title says about it." "It's modern advertising." ""Sad tropics," writes Lévi-Strauss." "That's what those bears were thinking just now, and the walking man, and Paul Gauguin." "I read somewhere that Chardin once said of art that he didn't know what it was." "Or that it was an island whose shores he had glimpsed from far off." "And Andy Warhol says that art is a market for buying and selling." "And then the real battle begins, the battle of money and blood." "From an art history point of view, if Malevich can put a black square on a white canvas," "I don't think World War I is such a disaster." "Poisoned by photography, painting itself committed suicide, and Soulages laid it in its grave after World War II." "From an art history point of view, the 20th century is the Hundred Years' War." "It took a while for one man to own the La Redoute and Christie's catalogues." "And then advertising space takes over the spaces of Hope and of Proust's madeleine." "And the latest Citroen is called "Picasso"." "Even so, I have the feeling that something is resisting, something original, that the origin will always be there, and that it resists." "If you want to look out over the world's loveliest landscape, you must climb to the top of the Tower of Victory in Chitor." "There, standing on a circular terrace, one has a sweep of the whole horizon." "A winding stairway leads up to the terrace, but only those people dare to go up who don't believe the tale:" "In the stairway of the Tower of Victory has lived since the beginning of time a being so sensitive to the shades of the human soul: the A Bao A Qu." "It lives in a lethargic state on the first step, and only becomes consciously alive when someone climbs the stairs." "The vibrations of the approaching person breathe life into it, and it is filled with an inner glow." "At the same time, its body and almost translucent skin begin to stir." "When someone climbs the spiral stairs, the A Bao A Qu follows closely upon the visitor's heels" "and climbs along the outside of the steps, which are worn down by the feet of generations of pilgrims." "With each step, its color becomes more intense, its shape more perfect," "and the light it gives off more brilliant." "The proof of its sensitivity lies in the fact that it only achieves its ultimate form" "at the top step, and only when the person climbing is a spiritually evolved being." "Otherwise, the A Bao A Qu remains, as if paralyzed, short of its goal, its body incomplete, its color undefined," "and its glow faltering." "The A Bao A Qu suffers when it cannot come to completion," "and its moan is a barely audible sound, something like the rustling of silk." "But when the man or woman bringing it back to life is totally pure, the A Bao A Qu can make it to the top step." "Having achieved full form, it glows with a vivid blue light." "But its return to life is very brief, for when the pilgrim descends, the A Bao A Qu rolls and tumbles back down to the first steps," "where, already faded and looking like an engraving with vague contours, it awaits the next visitor." "It can't be seen clearly until its halfway up the stairs," "when the little tentacles that extend from its body, which it uses to climb, take on a clear definition." "It is also said that it can see with its entire body, and that at sunset it looks like the skin of a peach." "In the course of the centuries, the A Bao A Qu has only once achieved perfection." "Sir Richard Burton recounts the legend of the A Bao A Qu in a note to his version of "A Thousand and One Nights."" "We've decided to close with this text, because it illustrates the film perfectly."