In this Brueghel or Bosch cloaked in a 19th century tail coat, characters " à la Boltansky" infinitely coupled to their either seemigly trivial or simply absurd chores, at once mobile (in grinding jerks) and frozen inn a sort of infernal eternity, meet in various parts in an unidentificable location. on and around, it seems, as inmerse expressionist staircase witch leads, neverthless, to a final luminous irradiation.