Yves Dana shapes archaic and hieratic forms, alternating vertical and imposing, mythical structures, such as the obelisks that stand out upwards, with narrow and flat strauctures that unfold their atavistic expressiveness to the horizontal form, in a dialogue between sky and earth, between absolute and matter.

However, the form is nothing but the cue to carry out a reflection on the past.

In fact, the artist's works are a meditation on time modulated in plastic terms. The eroded and scratched surfaces, the inscriptions of unknown alphabets as well as the grooves, seem to reproduce the echo of a remote past: it is the desert wind that seems to sculpt Dana's works, just like the dunes, a wind charged with the sense of primitive and of ancestral memories.