Ladyscapes | Sounds of Silence

Humans are wearing chains as gifts. Is it only possible to be deprived from any chains ? What are tattoos ? What are things and drawings we're wearing on, in our skins ? What if the gift of all gifts was only... a synonymous : present. Isn't time, the gift of all gifts ? And isn't time a synonymous for... life ? Freedom would be the word summing up this series. A quest(ion) towards freedom : an attempt, to grab or tame... her (in french freedom is feminine). Can freedom be more than that ? More than a quest or an attempt ? TIME AND SPACE, TIME TO SPACE - NowHere There are places, times, and states, that can’t be said. This is probably what lead me to write less, and to photograph more. Abstraction is sometimes a rest. The only possible rest. Something like poetry. I guess we could describe a landscape in many ways. Amongst them would probably be the horizon. Sometimes I feel like life is a geographical space between love (Eros) and death (Thanatos). Sometimes I feel like love is a geographical space between life and death. All I wish, sometimes, is that humans were capable of always acting, not according to their fears, but according to their dreams. It's an intimate wish. A political wish, too. I see this series as a eulogy of desire. Freud teaches us that we want what we can't have. There's a dynamic of desire. We accept it, we tame it, we let it go, or we don't. Etymology and Antique Greece teach us that "Philosophia" (philein-sophia) is a love for wisdom - a wisdom we can't have, but we may tend to, everyday. By loving it. I see no possible love, without a primary love : the love of skin. The skin of the other, and the skin of our self. "I love myself I love you" says a song by Jeanne Added. What is the first horizon, if not : now, here ? NowHere ? A present time that we're experimenting as alive beings... in a body... that I wish everyone could love. That's why I should probably have called this series "You and Me"...