Formal memories

“It’s curious how a memory is created.

I remember a feeling, a smell, a shape or a color more often than something specific.

These thousands of moments lived seem to have frozen into small, soft and brilliant colored masses, a beauty fossilized into a small souvenir object, suddenly precious, which I often keep in secret boxes, in the depths of my memory. »

Chemigram on liquid photographic emulsion placed on clay.

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 this? ".

Liquid photographic emulsion on clay - Video of the degradation suffered

Disruption

“If I look closely, are the landscapes around me the ones I see or the ones I remember? Both perhaps”

Multiple exposures on color film