Empire by Marie Sordat
Signed copies with a Print
There are secrets that you can only exchange in silence.
In the cold white frosted periods of life, into the gap of the cracked walls, in the interval where we all come from and where we all scratch our return ticket whith our fingertips. We are so thirsty about our need of absolute and consolation.
Marie Sordat travels (Bosnia and Herzegovina , France, Italy , Georgia, United States … ) without bringing back travels photos – or they are from inside trips, as her photos are more mental mirrors than the strict reflexions of the world around . A lonely soul, nothing surrounds her except for a little snow and coal. Sometimes a stroke of color goes trought the sky.
There are some moments to move forward, some to wait. Other for nothing.
There are universes that make sense (or even just shape) in the inexpressible, the untranslatable.