Keroman general mechanics

Lorient-Keroman, 2016. I walk in the rain. A smell of fish invades my nostrils. Docks, warehouses, sailors, ships. Rain often whips the basin, the Slipway where boats are repaired and repainted. In the Dom-bunkers, huge German cathedrals from the Second World War, the welders work with metal. Over the course of two years, I will produce a slow, thoughtful work that mixes portraits and places, objects and landscapes. I seeks to capture the poetry that emerges from this vast industrial theatre, in in which man measures himself against the ocean. I use a camera, which works with 4x5 inch film planes, to suspend time, to preserve the memory of the Keroman district. I compose each image on my frosted, sheltering myself under my black veil, positioning my heavy camera, mounted on foot, recording the world in its thickness.