'Les rochers fauves' Clement Chapillon

We are on the island of Amorgos, in the heart of the Cyclades, in the Mediterranean cradle, the human being is not omnipresent, everyone seems to be in his place, between reiteration of gestures and first breath.

The power of isolation creates disorder, reality mingles with fiction, the island is a mental space, a chamber of solitude and echoes of creation myths.

artist: Clement Chapillon

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Made in analog medium format, the images of Clément Chapillon are of a great silence, bordering on strangeness. Everything is white, blinding, God is there, he is not necessarily very funny. Churches, popes, icons, religious representations, and parchment-like rocks.

Time wears away, erosion is perceptible, soon only a few spots of color will remain, subject to degradation. The word is rare, fishing is not miraculous, there is an octopus dying on the quay, a creature older than human memory.

The wind has shaped the few surviving trees like human psyches, but do the low stone walls protect from madness? The 800 meter high mountains stop the clouds, a drama is always possible, but who will know?

editor : Ecaterina Rusu

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