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This story is about the family link. It’s about a grandma and her grand-daughter who lived 8000 miles from each other. It’s about the loneliness and the intimacy of 2 women from different generation but attached by this unbreakable link of family.
I wanted to explore something different in photography, in a way take more risk and put myself more into the story. My grandma is American, when she was 88 years old, she decided to move back to USA, her missing country. When I first visited her, I started to photograph her. Maybe a way for me to keep her with me. As long as I was taking pictures of her, I discovered a lot of small things about her. The way she was moving, the way she was sitting for minutes before going to bed, this little green box that she needed to handle at bed ; I realized her daily loneliness, her loneliness to not be able anymore to read or even to walk, her loneliness facing the death. I realized how much every day was an effort for her, waking up, dressed-up, eat and how much life had become a struggle.
On the other hand, I started to photography Karine, my older sister exploring the same concepts : intimacy and loneliness.
In an other hand, it was also a way for me to interrogate myself about when it comes to your intimacy and your family, what limits and what are you able to photography? Are you able to take the same pictures? Are you censoring more yourself ? Are you applying the same rules?
This story is about the family link. It’s about a grandma and her grand-daughter who lived 8000 miles from each other. It’s about the loneliness and the intimacy of 2 women from different generation but attached by this unbreakable link of family.
I wanted to explore something different in photography, in a way take more risk and put myself more into the story. My grandma is American, when she was 88 years old, she decided to move back to USA, her missing country. When I first visited her, I started to photograph her. Maybe a way for me to keep her with me. As long as I was taking pictures of her, I discovered a lot of small things about her. The way she was moving, the way she was sitting for minutes before going to bed, this little green box that she needed to handle at bed ; I realized her daily loneliness, her loneliness to not be able anymore to read or even to walk, her loneliness facing the death. I realized how much every day was an effort for her, waking up, dressed-up, eat and how much life had become a struggle.
On the other hand, I started to photography Karine, my older sister exploring the same concepts : intimacy and loneliness.
In an other hand, it was also a way for me to interrogate myself about when it comes to your intimacy and your family, what limits and what are you able to photography? Are you able to take the same pictures? Are you censoring more yourself ? Are you applying the same rules?