André Breton à l'encre de Fort-de-France

Télérama, Voyager Autrement. Parution du 18 mars 2015

Amitiés en veille, le 6 février 2015

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"Le droit d'orner la nuit d'une guirlande écumante de mots"

Aux Foudres HSE, le vendredi 6 février 2015, les amis d' Edouard pour chanter sa poésie, sa mémoire, sa présence.

"...avant-hier est un soupir, hier est un éclair, aujourd'hui est si vif dans tes yeux que tu ne le vois pas."

Amitiés en veille, autour d'Edouard Glissant

Le 3 février 2015—cimetière du Diamant, Martinique.

RAYON VERT

"Sables rongés de blême
Nous guettons le sursaut d'étincellement
Nous coucher enfin dans l'usure, pâlir.
Nous enguêpons le temps."

Edouard Glissant, Malemort

NORD-PLAGE, to be continued

No matter the poet’s command to his island to exist, the land has slipped downwards unable to resist the inexorable corrosion of avid salt and bitter winds. The invisible dissolution started from a forgotten end of the island, where some daily life went on god knows how.

                                                                  

From dexterity to giving a hand to a neighbour, the people from Nord-Plage benefitted from the riches of the deprived. Hidden from the rest of the world Nord-Plage remained creole. Life was still easy-going.

The decayed walls now appear as a marine mix of blues and greens, and it is impossible to know whether this was god's hand or time. Under the corrugated iron roofs with the richness of concrete around, Nord - Plage has never ceased to fraternize with nature. Cuddled between the cliff and the sea, Nord -Plage seems to have emerged from a dialogue between elements.

Modernity itself could not invade it with its prestige and  facilities without complying with the
inevitable rituals of the site.  That is how the electrical wires displayed in a cross,  have come to complete the way of the cross that connects Nord - Plage to the rest of the island .

Today the cabins and the lanes are deserted. Who will ever know what promises were lost in this gaping holes? The rusted corrugated iron of the roof have merged with the grey sky and grey also are the sea and the pebbles. Nord – Plage has been given back to the elements. Nord Plage has lost its stamina! And this is the lost scream that these photographs are showing.

Csmart magazine, parution article Nord-Plage

Exposition ouverte au public aux Foudres HSE du lundi au vendredi, 9h30-12h30 / 13h-16h

Les Foudres HSE, Habitation Saint-Etienne
Gros-Morne, Martinique

Requiem pour une île, Nord Plage 2001/2014

Voici enfin présenté un travail photographique réalisé sur une période de plus de 12 années. 

Exposition ouverte au public aux Foudres HSE du lundi au vendredi, 9h30-12h30 / 13h-16h

Les Foudres HSE, Habitation Saint-Etienne
Gros-Morne, Martinique