Did Monsieur Marcel Hass exist?
Yet today we have traces of life, proof of an existence that subsists in photos, extracts from his diary, some of his furniture, a desk, a couple of chairs, a paper knife…
This attempt to reconstitute a life from archives gives rise to an ambivalent feeling that oscillates between the truth, which the documents seem to certify and the lie of an imaginary reconstruction, a fiction that is the artist’s mask.