The House

1992-1998

Polaroid 600 and Image

 

The safe place, the House: the reassuring and despotic place. The place of reflections and researchs. The place of boredom, of rainy and sunny Sundays. The place put at the centre of teachings, at the centre of life itself.

I challenged the House - its desert and its kernel – with polaroids; as a young photographer I challenged its dead weight.

In Afternoons the insolent light, the odious light clashing against my projects, is filtered by the blinds to a curious pattern in a resigned dim-light.

Lessons‘ black and white polaroids were indeed a way to homage avantgarde movements and surrealist experimentations, artists like Man Ray or Raoul Hausmann: a home artistic research that was natural and due.

Sundays is the pursuit of sunset light: a last time redemption, when everything looked like lost and the day passed in vain. Last sun blames ballet and rising of the night.

Views is a (unconsciously) repeated frame of the view from my window: as prisoner’s notches on the wall.