Out loud - Eyes closed, she looks at us. We listen to her. \n \nSilence
images of Alexandra. \n \nWhat words does she want to whisper to us, are they made
of the same wind that sweeps the landscapes? Of the same oxygen exhaled by the plants?
\n \nEyelids open or closed, these faces that we contemplate, we
look at us as much as we look at them. Alexandra Catière met them in
village festivals, in improvised studios in Brittany, far from faces
Griffith actors or expressionist close-ups from silent cinema
Eisenstein's avant-garde. The wrinkles, the folds, the roughness, the brilliance of
Our eyes are so many details that simultaneously constitute the interface of our
social relations and the layers of our identity. Beauty and melancholy
rub shoulders. Humble and dignified faces follow one another in a silence that only,
the crash of a laugh could break.
