{"id":410,"date":"2006-10-23T17:35:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-23T17:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/blog\/?p=410"},"modified":"2012-05-20T16:08:46","modified_gmt":"2012-05-20T14:08:46","slug":"doute","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/posts\/410\/doute","title":{"rendered":"Doute"},"content":{"rendered":"

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J’ai mont\u00e9 ce \u00ab\u00a0dyptique\u00a0\u00bb il y a presque deux ans, le 5 d\u00e9cembre 2004 pour \u00eatre pr\u00e9cis. C’\u00e9tait une autre vie pour tout dire.<\/p>\n

Cette image \u00e9tait d’ailleurs morte-n\u00e9e pour ainsi dire puisque je ne l’ai jamais aim\u00e9e. D\u00e8s la naissance elle avait cette ambig\u00fcit\u00e9 de l’image que l’on aime pas mais qu’on arrive pas \u00e0 rejeter d\u00e9finitivement. Depuis, elle a pris la poussi\u00e8re dans ce dossier o\u00f9 je mets mes images candidates \u00e0 la lumi\u00e8re du blog.<\/p>\n

Voil\u00e0 il faut dire les choses comme elles sont : j’aspire \u00e0 la grandeur d’images que je n’arrive pas \u00e0 trouver. Je voudrais capturer des images d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9ment cach\u00e9es dans les profondeur de la ville, du monde, ou de mon esprit. Allier l’\u00e9l\u00e9gance \u00e0 l’\u00e9motion, la perfection du cadrage \u00e0 l’originalit\u00e9 du sujet, ne produire que des images porteuses de force, de sens, d’histoires.
\nAu lieu de \u00e7a mes bo\u00eetiers restent dans le fond d’une armoire et je ne sais m\u00eame pas o\u00f9 commencer la chasse. J’ai bien un sujet en cours, mais il d\u00e9bute \u00e0 peine et je ne pourrai sans doute pas le publier ici.<\/p>\n

Alors puisque l’heure est \u00e0 l’aveu, \u00e0 la confession, je n’ai jamais aim\u00e9 cette image donc.
\nComment arrive-t-elle aujourd’hui \u00e0 franchir cette invisible mais solide fronti\u00e8re entre le dossier sur mon bureau et mon navigateur web ? Quel tour a-t-elle jou\u00e9 ? Repr\u00e9sente-t-elle juste un moindre mal parmi toutes les candidates ? Au secours ! Je me TF1ise \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Et Ampop chante \u00ab\u00a0My mind is playing tricks on me \/ I feel like I’m loosing it\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n

I made this dyptic almost two years ago, on december 5th, 2004 to be precise. This was another life.<\/span>

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This image was born dead as I never liked it. Since its birth it has been one of these ambiguous images you dislike but cannot destroy.<\/span>
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It’s since been left in the depth of a folder in which sleep those pictures candidate for the light of the blog.<\/span>

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To say things simply : I wish I would shoot only great pictures. I dream of pictures desperately hidden in the city, the world or my mind. I wish I would only shoot images as elegant as emotionnaly intense, as perfectly framed as original, and in the same time full of strength, meanings and histories.<\/span>
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Instead of that, my cameras sleep in a closet and I don’t even know where to start the chase. I do have a story beginning but I probably won’t be able to publish it here.<\/span>

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So, since it’s time for a confession : I never liked this one.<\/span>
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How it managed to pass through the invisible gate between the folder on my desktop and my navigator is still a mistery. What trick did it play on me ? Is it only a lesser evil among my damned dusty pictures ?<\/span>

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While I’m thinking about this Ampop sings \u00ab\u00a0My mind is playing tricks on me \/ I feel like I’m loosing it\u00a0\u00bb…<\/span>
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