« each landscape,no matter how calm and lovely, always conceals

a substrata of

disaster ».

- Robert Smithson -


Four years. 1084 km. One hundreds years later.

A quiet, humble landscape. A place where nothing never happens. October 2014 marked the centenary since when British and French forced the German Army to stop in his march towards the Channel's ports, creating a salient in the Western frontline. It was the end of the First Battle of Ypres. On those days of autumn, shortly after I've moved to Belgium, I was walking along a muddy path, in that sector of the front. A salient is a battlefield feature that projects into enemy territory. The salient is surrounded by the enemy on multiple sides, making the troops occupying the salient vulnerable. The extremely tough conditions and the practically uninterrupted sequences of fierce fighting, earn to this area a terrible reputation and the name of « The Salient ». Since that day I've walked more than 1000 km along the Salient. Because : « Since to follow a trail is to remember how it goes, making one’s way in the present is itself a recollection of the past…onward movement is itself a return ».(Tim Ingold and Jo Lee Vergunst)

Walk to remember. Walk as a way of research memories. To explore how deeply memories and landscape are interconnected. This work is mainly a map of that pilgrimage.

A map of the landscape and the memories of the Salient.



The Salient



The Salient



The Salient