A man tries to present his art practice in front of a hypothetical audience. With a very limited amount of means our protagonist explores different ways to introduce his work. Often comical and absurd, he's borrowing the format of his speech as much to a stand-up comedy as to a lecture which doesn't seem to lead to any conclusion. With references spanning from John Cage to Buster Keaton, this performance fluctuates between a self-confession and an auto-derision and tends to fall into a parody of what 'to be an artist' means. The situation appears unfinished, fragile but it carries all sort of potential developments, and perhaps introduce us to "a man without content".