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"This is not a collection of photographs.
Let’s take it a step further: this is something quite different and far more than just a specific project. Moshé does not show, does not tell, and does not assert anything at any point. It is an experience, an ascetic practice, a groping in the darkness of the worlds.
Perhaps Moshe is just that: a question asked over and over again, without ceasing. A flickering gaze, somewhere between curiosity and terror, into the abysses of being. But, no less: a gaze upon the nameless power of that which holds him upright before us, flesh and spirit. Terribly naked, tragically fragile. Yet still there, intensely, despite the turmoil, the trials, the catastrophes, and the stares. (...)
The body, the flesh, the face, and the ink on the paper (the latter being a voice as well), then. But not from an intimate or introspective perspective, as one might imagine. *Moshé* is a treatise that is at once a negative confession and a conjectural essay. Its purpose, if there is a manifest one, is an invitation to consider that which possesses the improbable power to oppose absolute nothingness or that recurring nightmare we call History. The position of a frail hand, the curve of wrinkled eyelids, the profile of that singular being Sandrine Lopez shows us are nothing short of derisory. For it is not Moshé that they reveal to us, but herself and ourselves, body and soul. Our flaws and cracks, so numerous, so obvious—but even more certainly the inexplicable flash that carries us and keeps us standing despite Time that obscures and Death that constantly nourishes us."
Published by l'Éditeur du dimanche, 2007
21.8 cm 28.7 cm, 144 pages, like new
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"This is not a collection of photographs.
Let’s take it a step further: this is something quite different and far more than just a specific project. Moshé does not show, does not tell, and does not assert anything at any point. It is an experience, an ascetic practice, a groping in the darkness of the worlds.
Perhaps Moshe is just that: a question asked over and over again, without ceasing. A flickering gaze, somewhere between curiosity and terror, into the abysses of being. But, no less: a gaze upon the nameless power of that which holds him upright before us, flesh and spirit. Terribly naked, tragically fragile. Yet still there, intensely, despite the turmoil, the trials, the catastrophes, and the stares. (...)
The body, the flesh, the face, and the ink on the paper (the latter being a voice as well), then. But not from an intimate or introspective perspective, as one might imagine. *Moshé* is a treatise that is at once a negative confession and a conjectural essay. Its purpose, if there is a manifest one, is an invitation to consider that which possesses the improbable power to oppose absolute nothingness or that recurring nightmare we call History. The position of a frail hand, the curve of wrinkled eyelids, the profile of that singular being Sandrine Lopez shows us are nothing short of derisory. For it is not Moshé that they reveal to us, but herself and ourselves, body and soul. Our flaws and cracks, so numerous, so obvious—but even more certainly the inexplicable flash that carries us and keeps us standing despite Time that obscures and Death that constantly nourishes us."
Published by l'Éditeur du dimanche, 2007
21.8 cm 28.7 cm, 144 pages, like new
ISBN
