Every day during my walk to my studio I crossed a guy who was drinking a can of beer , on the same spot, at the same time, with the same brand and size beer.
He was standing there like he was on top of a mountain with a beautiful view. Instead, he was looking at the highway and his view was blocked by a sound breaking wall. The man made me curious. Did somebody died on that road? Or was it just a nice quiet place where he could find silence, away from other people ?
After one year the man was gone. Several days after I discovered that he had thrown all the empty cans on a spot nearby. He had left an archive of his own presence on that spot. I started to collect the cans, and noted the expiration dates. I couldn’t stop doing this, until I collected them all. 411 empty cans was the result of his presents. The Archive of an Unknown Man was born.