In the family albums, the first photos, proofs of our existence, do not represent us alone.In a bubble bath, under... Read More
In the family albums, the first photos, proofs of our existence, do not represent us alone.
In a bubble bath, under the Christmas tree, on the beach, all dressed up; our early moments feature us with our close-in-age relatives : our sisters and brothers
my sisters and brothers stems from this realisation as it recreates some of the silly or sacred moments that unite siblings. Be it a meal or a game, from the garden to the sofa, grieving or laughing, this series revives all the mischievous and solemn times that exalt siblinghood.
The combination of all these scenes draws a world : a world of tied bloods, of allied rivals, of our last supports, for there were our first.
Each group of siblings is presented in a staging that is symbolic of their specific bond. Immersed in all these family tales, I then witnessed the knitting of a network made of friends, cousins, friends' sisters and cousin's brothers, and the brothers' sisters, and our sisters' brothers.
Beyond all the photos, siblinghood then took on a whole new meaning.
