Capturing an imprint of memory, finding a means to convey what is a feeling, a sensation more than anything else. Starting with an image, and instead of trying to define it in language, letting intuition have its say. Forgetting civilization and feeling the ground under one’s feet. Trying to find out more about that chief who refused to be photographed. Or rather forgetting about him, as that is not what it is really about. Looking at the photographs of E. S. Curtis, and thinking about the perspective of a person who never saw a photograph in his life and who wrote that men who worked were unable to dream. With the full awareness that it is impossible to reconstruct such a perspective.