From the roof of this majestic barn, a jet of fine grains of sand flows down uninterrupted. On the floor, the sand accumulates endlessly. You find yourself in a giant hourglass, so to speak. With the difference that you do not know how much sand, and therefore time, remains.

The subdued installation Dune of Days cranks up a sense of time and existence and arouses a sense of nullity, especially as more and more sand accumulates. Man is no more than a grain of sand on the timeline of the all.