He who wants passion without the anguish that bathes it is bored. The loss is completely contained in the game as its secret. Like a black hole. It is this lost continent par excellence that inspires the objects of art and, beyond the objects of art, that delimits the incredible and impalpable ocean that surrounds them. It is in this way that creators wander, strip, play, burn their possessions, free themselves from role-playing, functions, ages, statutes and emancipate themselves from the law. They jump behind Guingamor and dive with him to drown completely in the container originating from their natural condition.