<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Heure tardive, heure de r\u00e9v\u00e9lations…
\nJ’ai eu des illuminations cette semaine.
\n<\/p>\n
Il y a quelques jours, profitant d’un d\u00e9but de soir\u00e9e sans timing \u00e0 respecter (enfant en vacances, parents qui dansent) je rentrais \u00e0 la maison l’esprit peut-\u00eatre plus ouvert. Une journ\u00e9e o\u00f9 j’ai refait quelques images, d’une fa\u00e7on que je n’avais pas connue depuis un bon moment. Une journ\u00e9e \u00e0 d\u00e9clic (sans jeu de mot)… J’ai retrouv\u00e9 un plaisir si particulier, je me suis senti comme \u00ab\u00a0bien plus vivant\u00a0\u00bb (amusant quand on est en plein cimeti\u00e8re). <\/p>\n
Ce jour l\u00e0, entre mes photos au cimeti\u00e8re et les photos de cette s\u00e9rie je me suis rendu compte que je passais mon temps \u00e0 montrer des traces… des traces de personnes, des bouts, des ombres, des tombes, la vie qui passe… c’est assez \u00e9vident mais \u00e7a m’a saut\u00e9 \u00e0 la t\u00eate… <\/p>\n
Je ne sais pas si c’est tr\u00e8s int\u00e9ressant de le dire (ici en particulier), si \u00e7a apporte quelque chose. <\/p>\n
Mais voil\u00e0… Je suis d’une humeur un peu comme \u00e7a ces temps-ci : assez d\u00e9conneur et m\u00e9lancolique \u00e0 la fois, envie d’images qui rigolent, et d’image qui vous font poser vos fesses sans un mot \ud83d\ude42
\n<\/p>\n
Et puis hier alors je cherchais un cadre, au P\u00e8re Lachaise, je repensais \u00e0 ce que me disait John Schults \u00e0 Sp\u00e9os il y a… euh… 13 ans ?.. pfffioou… Bref : il faut changer de point de vue. C’est \u00e7a que j’aime, changer de point de vue et mettre des choses en perspectives. <\/p>\n
Je crois que ma d\u00e9finition de la photo, en tout cas de celle qui m’int\u00e9resse c’est tout \u00e7a : <\/p>\n
– changer de point de vue
\n<\/p>\n
– mettre en perspective<\/p>\n
Ce qui revient pas mal \u00e0 une phrase d’une photographe que j’adore, <\/p>\n
Dorothea Lange<\/span> (\u00e7a nous rajeunit pas) :<\/p>\n \u00ab\u00a0The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \tLate hours, time for confidences \ud83d\ude42 \t\t– change your point of view \t\tThat could be summed up by what \t\t\u00ab\u00a0The camera is an instrument that teaches people <\/p>\n \tMarc.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=310"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1150,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions\/1150"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI have been stroke by some revelations during the last few days,
\nespecially a night, while comming back home, quiet because I had no kid
\nwaiting for my return. That day I have shot pictures, which is not
\nreally frequent thoses times. Besides I felt like I hadn’t felt for
\nsome time while shooting : like feeling \u00ab\u00a0more alive\u00a0\u00bb than usually
\n(which is fun when you know I was shooting in a cemetery). Well, that
\nday I realised I kept showing, and hunting, traces of people, bits and
\npieces of people, shadows, tombs, life going on (and ending), and so
\non. That may seem obvious to some of you, it should be obvious to me
\nbut hey, it came back like a huge note hung in front of me written in
\nfull capital letters \ud83d\ude42
\nI am not sure whether or not this is usefull to bring the subject, to
\nconfess that (especially here). But that is the way I feel : in the
\nsame time willing to laugh, to shoot funny pictures, ironic pictures,
\npictures that light up the eye… and in the same time I feel
\nmelancolic and look for those pictures that make you sit right here
\nright now on your chair without a word.
\nSecond revelation was yesterday while trying to find that frame that
\nwould fit stone lady on tomb number one and stone cross on tomb number
\ntwo. It reminded me what John Schults told me in Speos… it was… 13
\nyears ago ? Whaow… well he told me \u00ab\u00a0always change your point of
\nview\u00a0\u00bb.
\n\t\tI think this is what I like in photography : changing my (your)
\npoint of view. I guess what defines the kind of photography I like most
\nis :<\/p>\n
\n
\n\t\t– put things in perspective<\/p>\n
\n\t\tDorothea Lange<\/span>, one of my favorite
\nphotographers, said : <\/p>\n
\nhow to see without a camera.\u00a0\u00bb
\n<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n