SCARS OF CAMBODIA
It is one of these meetings which marks a life. At the foot of your building, in the coffee shop or far at the end of the world. It is by chance that I met Tut, a 52 years old fisherman, living with his wife in a small pilotis house, in the outskirts of Kampot, Cambodia. Tut lost, as many Cambodians, all his family during the Khmer Rouge regime : his parents and his ten brothers and sisters were killed by the Khmer Rouge. It is almost 40 years after the facts that he choose to tell his story for the first time. My resemblance with one of his lost sisters started the encounter, the mutual curiosity, then the return of the memory. From this tiny link, has born a particular relationship, which drove him to tell me with gestures the memories of this black period buried inside him.
In this work, the mimes get involved on a daily basis. Every look, gesture or object becomes a testimony of the past violence. A cut flower, an amputation; a bagged fruit, undergone tortures. Beyond this path, in a daily ritual, I describe the scar in the first meaning of the word, as an eternal physical mark. Tut shown me one day a young boy of the village, the same age he was when he went to prison and I photographed in parallel their two bodies, the one still adolescent and blank of any violence in front of the one marked by torture and time.
Halfway between traditional documentary photography and plastic technique, Scars of Cambodia shares an intimate encounter and talks about the buried memory, the way it shows through gestures, attitudes and glances, the way it marks someone for life and constitutes a person.