During the summer, the centre of Fine Arts in Brussels is exhibiting the French writer, narrative artist, photographer, filmmaker and occasionally detective Sophie Calle (1953-). A retrospective of her works which usually combine pictures and texts retrace the story of her life. Indeed Sophie Calle, as the tendency of some photographers such as Nan Goldin or Cindy Sherman, uses to stage herself as the focus of her art. However while entering the image and by extension the life of the artist, it is a part of the spectator's life and his fantasy that is shown.

The show named Sophie Calle is arranged chronogically but in a different way than normal. It starts in the opposite direction and the first pieces illustrate the last works made by Sophie Calle. More or less twenty autobiographical projects are shown. The voices of the old French Prime Minister François Mitterand leads the spectator in the exhibition paths and tells the ‘true story of Sophie Calle', or maybe is it more a tale? On the floor, the dates are inscribed and seem to come straight from the Hollywood path of stars!

Some of the artist' s works are really full of emotion and concern for example the works she realized not so long ago on her mother who was dying. She captured with camera some of her last moments in the hospital. Those images may look like the visitor become a "voyeur" but it seems more that the artist manage to overcome this difficult moment by ‘capturing and keeping the last moments' and also by being not alone, because the spectator is also there watching and mourning.

Later on in the exhibition alongside the work realised on the last word said by her mother ‘souci' (worry), a tomb with her mother's name is placed on the exhibition's floor and kind of disturb the routine which may consist in visiting an exhibition and offer a critical approach on death.

With those twenty autobiographical works presented, the visitor has a good knowledge of the artist art. However sometimes we may wonder if her art is not better displayed in a museum space or edited in a book where the sometimes long text along with the images can be more enjoyed?