Galerie Acte 2 41 rue d'Artois 75008 Paris France
Leave behind one a time, a city, a world where every thing is on its place, where the raw moment, the unexpected, the fork are excluded, planed, where all the angles were rounded off and the smoothed surfaces. Aline and Thomas meet, and the course of days, too massive, cracks. The light gets through a breach, a base line infiltrates there, a space of danger and hope half-opens, the breakaway stands out as a survival: it will be towards the most evident, most primal, towards the mythologies which shaped their sensibilities, papered their retinas and consisted their mental sound tracks: towards the Big American West. It is a question of returning to the roots of the dream. In a double way: in their projects, their creations, but also in the intimate weft of their existences.
It was in the western dust American that drank the photography of the origins because the dream was for sale. It was necessary to attract the money of the decision-makers, and the sweat of these people who still believed at the idea of happiness. The image was can by which have enticed them towards these depopulated areas : disproportionate landscapes, one somewhere else , offered in black and white. Visions to shoot the head, because such was the effect to reach. And heads never stopped it turning