The blue hour is that striking minute in nature when the animals of the night fall silent and those of the day are not yet awake, a minute of silence and suspension. This crack in time is an analogy for our societies at the crossroads of ideology and ecology. Our eyes, accustomed to the darkness, are not yet able to formulate the perspectives of a possible future, and are reddened by a present that is slipping away irretrievably. We enter into the silence of dawn, deep, confronting and sometimes difficult not to fill. If the scream is a crack in our space-time that connects us with what is most primal and animal, Théo Aucremanne fits into this crack and composes with the emptyness.