Abstract
There is no end to the gesture of creating, and yet we have to finish. To declare that here, at this moment, is to end. What's finished ? How do you recognize the final point ? How do you stop in time ? What bursts forth at the moment of mourning when we part from a work ? You have to be ruthless. Give up and walk away, nothing in your hands, nothing in your pockets. Using the last part of Sophocles' tragedy Ajax, and comparing the speeches of Agamemnon and Menelaus with the words of Ulysses, explore the question of freedom in the act of finishing.
