L’eau et la lumière parle d’un moment précis dans l’année entre l’hiver et le printemps, ou la neige devient l’eau sous la chaleur du soleil qui arrive lentement. On peut sentir une odeur humide, fugace et intense de la nature qui se réveille, et c’est cette ambiance que je tente de saisir. Ayant déjà joué avec le texte et l'image en mouvement dans Outdoors, une vidéo found-footage, je mets en place les poèmes à côté des photographies instantanées, en recherchant des liens visuels et sensuels.

poèmes + traduction & PHOTOGRAPHIES EN COURS

Blue letters
snow is white sugar
melting under the spring sun
recalling the warm flavour of tea and milk
breathing itself in and out through a window’s broken glass

Forenoon
a man eating a sandwich from his coworker
with a subtle three floor chin and a strikingly real, comforting smell of freshly washed, rigid clothes
and a car driver scrolling on his phone and avidly smoking a cigarette (so proud of his car not moving)
— all bathed in sun, scared by the perspective of war.

Apples
Fresh, cosy September sun and first day at school.

Blocks
in the suburban area
men put wooden panels in blocks one next to another
their organic yet artificial smell makes some aired space
for everyone who passes by

Sulky days
a male breath
and a buzzing of a fly
some red colour plates suddenly becoming walls of my rooms

but also

cold morning atmosphere of a warm day at school
space, breathing, calm and a tender blue afternoon, and a sweet hug
I think it's around five pm, twentieth of September

as I grip my phone to turn off the alarm clock, all the letters are upside down, but I can still perfectly read all the words

Three passers-by
When I'm at my parents' place, I can sometimes hear people passing outside the window. Their steps resonate with an empty street and reach my ears despite the double glazing. I imagine who those people are.

1. Wet footprints of damp block heels.
The business woman I fantazied of as a 10-year-old, trying to imitate the "wet damp effect" with my mother's shoes on a 1 square meter balcony. Today, she might also carry a briefcase with a laptop (out of my childish cloth map).
2. Both bored and curious voice of an adult man explaining what coffee is to his little son.
It also seems like a mandatory adult accessory; coffee on the go. He says it's this kind of a drink.
3. Irregular sounds of trolley bag wheels, the sound is being cut by the gaps in paving stones.
The person is heading somewhere, and their travel is contrasting with the others' everyday rythm of work.