photography - installation
We enter in this ghost town by a single street as the entrance of a maze. The air is stagnant, the orientation is difficult, the dust hides the stars. From one day to the other, the names of the streets change, neighborhoods move.
Sometimes, at the foot of the ruins, something still moves, it is the old people... Only old people never want to leave. I took their members, wrinkles, and I covered the facades of houses they have lived yesterday. Tattered posters, feet landless hands without typing anything. A foot fleets, a hand emerges. This is messy.
Arpia photography price (France, 2016)
China Academy of the Arts (Hangzhou, 2015)