Why does it exist the existence itself? What happens after when we die? What is there beyond this world? What can we do with all these memories?
Memory is the human side of time. The past is gone, it doesn't exist anymore. The present doesn't exist already and the future never arrives. Thanks to our memory, we can know that the time pass by comparing before and after. We create souvenirs that we can recall whenever we want. In our minds, we can travel in time. The past exists only in our memories and on the traces that we leave on/in this world. These traces of our existence are on objects (photographs, postcards, buildings...).
My urge to revive the past has brought me to search these traces. In my editions, I'm telling stories with some existentialist influence, mostly by using family album photos. The stories are somtimes real, sometimes fantasy and sometimes between the two. I'm interested in the sociological and anthropological aspects of the passing time. Every person has a unique way of dealing with the passage of time. This project questions individual existence. There's also some critic over capitalism and the current social structure in the world.
The following project is a master thesis done in École Supérieure d'Art de Lorraine in 2016. The project includes a written 80 pages thesis and an art project. The art project consists of 9 editions with graphic narrations.
Family Album 1
Family Album 2
Family Album 3
Family Album 4
3 Days in Metz
The Yellow Balloon
Many Lives of Phoebe