Kasra

Kasra is a sleepwalker. Whether he walks the coast or strolls in Paris, he brings back from his sleepy peregrinations photos that seem to emerge from his dreams. Kasra is sleeping, but her eyes are wide open. Look at its jetties or its dikes which go to lose themselves in the distance, where the desert of the ocean meets the cosmic desert ... Are you not dizzy in front of the spaces which its objective indicates to us? It is hardly if the silhouette of a lighthouse, of a beacon, of a lantern, of a manufactured mark, sometimes, reminds us that the industrious man has passed here below. Because even her city, Kasra sees it as a virgin land, uninhabited. His work explores depopulated worlds. He celebrates emptiness, absence. Listen to his photos: not a sound ... Listen to this pure silence, it is that of the celestial infinity, the origins and the found peace.

(Gérard Pussey, Writer and journalist)