Unraveling the knots of Assadour's esoteric universe is like counting grains of sand. Its very essence is a never ending enigma and a frustrating one in that his images are scattered with innumerable clues, some identifiable others seemingly private codes. They appear feetingly, silently, disturbingly, inviting comprehension but immediately retreating before definition...
A pyramid, a half-moon, a polygon, a cluster of number, a stylized (doll's) house, a diagonal line with a fixed point, a glimpse of a brick wall, a (tantric?) circle: the guessing game begins again, we have come full circle, Assadour has added another cypher.