Using a few handwritten words, one or more photographs, occasionally newspaper clippings, Daniel Blaufuks undertakes a daily exercise of observation, poetry and introspection. Apart from the regularity of the practice and the date of the day, the only figure that he imposes on himself is that of the frame of an A4 page promised to the composition of the day. The project initiated in 2018, The Days Are Numbered, strives to make the artist's questions, reflections and obsessions tangible. But if it is indeed an attempt to write a diary, the first person singular is very often absent, and reading it will give us little information about the intimate life of its author. It is the diary of a child of exile, which fades into the words of several languages: that of his Jewish grandparents exiled from Germany and fleeing Nazism; Portuguese, his adopted language; French, the language of the surrealists and of Perec which runs through his work; and finally English which calls for the dazzlingness of Bob Dylan or our cinematographic imaginations. Les sujets qu’il représente ne sont jamais vraiment spectaculaires. He made Jules Verne’s injunction his own: “Look with all your eyes, look! » 1., and grasps, in the banality of the little everyday things, a truth that unites us. The noise of the world never resounds directly, it is the light from outside or the press which carries it. The newspaper is also about time, what it does and what it is. That of the present that it records and the past that haunts us. That of our small lives and that of the big story. Far from historical truths, invited to continue his work in Brittany, Daniel Blaufuks has applied his research on the memory of the Resistance to the ways in which it is built in ruptures or in cadences, erodes or is maintained - but also to the new forms that it can adopt in our time. A 204-page installation of the diary engages us in a subjective wandering, both homage and meditation on the memory of the places and the Resistance of the Second World War. It is indeed a memory of memory that is at stake here, and if the newspaper, with its programmatic title, The Days Are Counted, sometimes calls for melancholy, it also reminds us that each day is new and that its history is written in the present tense. 1.Michel Strogoff, by Jules Verne (1876). The Resistance Journal series comes from a residency at the GwinZegal Art Center in partnership with the Resistance Museum in Argoat. With the support of the Region and Drac Bretagne, as part of the regional visual artist residencies system.