Leça

Leça

by Julien Jarrige

Running on the concrete,
Running on the horizon

The noise of laughter before leaving,
The sound of the waves will return

The space becomes domestic for a moment
Running an throwing oneself into the ocean

Drawn by the shadow,
The geometry of light

Just a line

Horizontal is the horizon,
Horizontal is the concrete ground

Vertical is the man,
Like the edge of the concrete wall

The rocks rests on a concrete base
Horizontal is the composition,
Vertical is the tripartition

Between rock and concrete walls,
It is in the framing that the horizon becomes infinite

Altimetry games in the topography,
Feeling the endlessness space

The people left,
Will the space disappear if I leave too?

The screams and laughter have disappeared,
The sound of the waves has returned,
The shadow grows larger

Julien Farrige

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Photography is here a writing
the story that is being written,
comes from
a spatial and sensory experience

The narration want to express emotion
and create a visual poem.

In the grain poetry
comes to be placed on the horizon,
shadow and light
man and sky.

In the faults,
the raw charm

The look moving
The frame jostled

Photography is not an affirmation
but an evocation

The truth is fleeting,
Time is both long fast,
decisive and eternal

Taking pictures,
starting to live the present

The moment is simple,
day-to-day
but exceptionally
beautiful

The image disappears in the light,
finds its material in the shadows,
and the touch of paper
The picture seems to fade in the waves
grain and sand
Are making the photography
but seem to leave soon

Julien Jarrige