This site
shows some of my photographic creations.
A small selection was assembled into a portfolio named
Hautes Coutures. This portfolio
was shown in various
places in France.
HAUTES
COUTURES
Hautes Coutures is
the work of a collector.
A collector of images. Patchworks of images found
here and there over the years.
In
short, a photographic rhapsody.
Every picture
tells a story.
To tell it,
lengths of rope or chain, lightning, ladders, bridges
or handrails are interwoven. These strands hold together
the pieces of a photographic cloth, weave links,
keeping Man from wandering.
A strand now links Him to his own Universe or Fate.
Pins are threaded. Moon-pins, a lamp-pin. Pins that can
suggest.
Jewels are
stapled, as mysterious as temples,
as disconcerting as puzzles.
On the pieces of that cloth, a world where everything
is a link,
apprentice seamstresses pull and the strands rise,
always higher.
Hautes Coutures is a vertical
world, ripe with lights.
Now, what’s
under that cloth?
I’ll
leave it to the spectator’s
imagination.
THE
ARTIST'S WORD
I’ve
always dreamed of landscapes.
However,
although their photographic representation
has been very well achieved by a number of artists,
it eventually hits a limit.
A landscape goes well beyond its strict representation.
It is an invitation.
I think
it’s an invitation to
dream, to reach poetry
where each detail holds its own meaning,
each element its usefulness, every scene tells a story.
Who’s
the person who’s never
dreamed
of lying on fluffy clouds or frolicking among the stars?
Those are a child’s
simple emotions somehow
reduced within the constraint of traditional photography.
I’ve yearned to bring
those yet again to the fore in absolute simplicity.
When my children
came into my playground,
it became obvious I had to put them in the frame.
Their apparent naivity, added to their spontaneity,
allow to make believe in reality for a brief magic instant.
By almost systematically
and deliberately putting
into those compositions an observer, who is still a child,
that impression is enhanced.
This series
is a delicate mixture of pathos and surrealism
as expressed, at least in part, by André Breton:
’Surrealism rests upon
believing in the higher reality of certain
forms of associations, up to then neglected, in the almighty
power of dreams, in thought’s
free play.’
Translation:
Gérard Magnaldo 2006
