A haute voix

A haute voix – The eyes closed, she looks at us. We listen to her.

The silence of Alexandra’s images.

What words does she want to whisper to us, are they made of the same wind that sweeps the landscapes? The same oxygen exhaled by the plants?

Eyelids open or closed, these faces that we contemplate, look at us as much as we look at them. Alexandra Catière has come across them in village festivals, in improvised studios in Brittany, far from the faces of Griffith’s actors or the expressionist close-ups of Eisenstein’s avant-garde silent films. The wrinkles, the folds, the asperities, the shine of our eyes are all details that simultaneously constitute the interface of our social relations and the strata 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.