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Deliquescence

A few years ago, my visual arts teacher, handing me a box, whispered in my ear: “Photography is your medium. One day you will make something of this.” In the box, 188 portraits of strangers, taken in the studio of a local photographer who had not left his name. This box had been left for her at the Parisian college, where she then taught, in 1983; she never knew by whom.
So a lot of unknowns, and 188 looks that haunted me for a long time. A box that I opened from time to time, scrolling through the faces one by one, always asking myself: who were they? What was their name? What was the life of each of them, its dramas, its joys and its secrets? Does anyone, somewhere remember it ?

Clay - Liquid photographic emulsion - Chemigram - Embroidery

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