The Ophrys Apifera is an orchid on which no insect alights. Since it has non nectar to offer, it evolved in a unique way: an ordinary petal turned into a lip that resembles the female of a certain type of hymenopteran. This trick turned the insect into the flower only way of spreading its pollen to others of the same species.

Over time, as luck would have it, the insect became extinct: ever since, the protuberance on the flower has been its only existing portrait. Thought the action has ben extinguished, the object remains. If our concept of eternit can only be relative, a memory that outlives its own species describes the longest time span that can be hoped for.

Action is distilled into things to which one attributes some kind of authority, forgetting the speculation that preceded the creation of the concrete object: the latter hides the verb so as not to suggest it in its own form. In an act of cowardice, the brevity of the action is concealed under the seeming immutability of the things that the action brings about.

The presence of the verb, however, never fully vanishes from the object to which the matter has been shaped, in the traumas that it evokes. The sign of the action bear witness, the wear and tear renders present the verbs that gravitate around it.

This cloud of ghosts orbits around all objects.

It si an accumulation of sacrifices: all that is left of the insect is a portrait, as with every verb. Every action is the ghost of the object we see. It takes faith to perceive all these spirits around us. it si a sort of devotion that allows us to create, to subduer our lives on thing that have non life. except our own warm passage.