À HAUTE VOIX - Alexandra Catière
Aloud - Eyes closed, she looks at us. We listen.
The silence of Alexandra's images.
What words does she want to whisper to us? Are they made of the same wind that sweeps through the landscape? The same oxygen exhaled by plants?
Eyelids open or closed, these faces we contemplate look at us as much as we look at them. Alexandra Catière came across them at village festivals, in improvised studios in Brittany, far from the faces of Griffith's actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein's avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, folds, asperities and shine of our eyes are all details that simultaneously form the interface of our social relations and the strata of our identity. Beauty and melancholy rub shoulders. Humble, dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only the crash of a laugh could break.
Published by Éditions Gwinzegal, 2022
25 cm x 33.5 cm, very good condition
9791094060384
Aloud - Eyes closed, she looks at us. We listen.
The silence of Alexandra's images.
What words does she want to whisper to us? Are they made of the same wind that sweeps through the landscape? The same oxygen exhaled by plants?
Eyelids open or closed, these faces we contemplate look at us as much as we look at them. Alexandra Catière came across them at village festivals, in improvised studios in Brittany, far from the faces of Griffith's actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein's avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, folds, asperities and shine of our eyes are all details that simultaneously form the interface of our social relations and the strata of our identity. Beauty and melancholy rub shoulders. Humble, dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only the crash of a laugh could break.
Published by Éditions Gwinzegal, 2022
25 cm x 33.5 cm, very good condition
9791094060384
Aloud - Eyes closed, she looks at us. We listen.
The silence of Alexandra's images.
What words does she want to whisper to us? Are they made of the same wind that sweeps through the landscape? The same oxygen exhaled by plants?
Eyelids open or closed, these faces we contemplate look at us as much as we look at them. Alexandra Catière came across them at village festivals, in improvised studios in Brittany, far from the faces of Griffith's actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein's avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, folds, asperities and shine of our eyes are all details that simultaneously form the interface of our social relations and the strata of our identity. Beauty and melancholy rub shoulders. Humble, dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only the crash of a laugh could break.
Published by Éditions Gwinzegal, 2022
25 cm x 33.5 cm, very good condition
9791094060384
