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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?
Whether their eyes are open or closed, these faces we gaze upon are looking at us just as much as we are looking at them. Alexandra Catière encountered them at village festivals and in makeshift studios in Brittany, far removed from the faces of Griffith’s actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein’s avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, folds, and rough edges, the sparkle in our eyes—these are all details that simultaneously form the interface of our social relationships and the layers of our identity. Beauty and melancholy coexist. Humble and dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only the roar of laughter could break.
Published by Éditions Gwinzegal, 2022
25 cm 33.5 cm, in 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?
Whether their eyes are open or closed, these faces we gaze upon are looking at us just as much as we are looking at them. Alexandra Catière encountered them at village festivals and in makeshift studios in Brittany, far removed from the faces of Griffith’s actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein’s avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, folds, and rough edges, the sparkle in our eyes—these are all details that simultaneously form the interface of our social relationships and the layers of our identity. Beauty and melancholy coexist. Humble and dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only the roar of laughter could break.
Published by Éditions Gwinzegal, 2022
25 cm 33.5 cm, in very good condition
9791094060384
