Gwel - Brest, a city in flight, a city in balance, is drawn in these images
energetic, unframed with a fresh violence and a sweet poetry. The
surveyor photographer multiplies the points of view and exhausts the urban nuances
and maritime of its monochrome palette: Brest the white crushed by the sun on the
jetty from which Pasolinian adolescents jump, Brest the gray of the bottom of Siam
sparkling in the drizzle from Ouessant or in the cable car gondola
swinging above the arsenal, Brest anthracite seen from the sky under the eye
pale of a mocking gull, Brest the black one as close as possible to the wet paving stones under
the wheels of the skaters of Kennedy Park or the Doc Martens of the students
protesters. Brest of my heart, Brest stumbling and terminal. Brest to the
skies pierced with light between two showers also have their dark hours,
"but on the bridge of Recouvrance, She is so beautiful to see"; as in a
song by Miossec, like in a photograph by Daniel Molinier."
