Juliette Wegrzyk

When the line starts from the subject, often bushes, trees, flowers, choreography of leaves, counterpoint, streaks of matter, the mind is listening to the vibrations, the hand, a simple instrument, groping until a point of fall often located in an unpredictable zone, remaining fragmentary. The fragment suggests or hears silences, showing the importance of moments that force memory, after which language can only be born with difficulty in one dialogue with another.

Photography puts my eye in weightlessness, fading before the image, reflecting this omnipresent threshold between life and death. The being melted into a landscape, the forgotten being sometimes leads me to use oil, going to it in the urgency of feeling its presence.