Atelier photo 2012-2013 avec 20 élèves de 4ème du collège Anne Frank / Montchanin / Saône-et-Loire.
Projet: Reportage photo de la vie scolaire.
Objectifs du projet:
Concrete is a collective of five female documentary photographers from five European countries who joined forces in January 2014:
Uta Beyer from Germany, based in Iraq,
Lara Ciarabellini from Italy, based in Brasil,
Maria Moschou from Greece, based in Switzerland,
Gunta Podina from Latvia, based in Sweden &
Christina Vazou from Germany, based in Greece.
We met while studying at the London School of Communication (LCC) towards an MA in Photojournalism and Documentary Photography. Using the strengths of every individual member, we create prospects that would not be possible if we were on our own. Most of all, we share information & exchange ideas, genuinely helping each other.
We have participated in exhibitions in London, Berlin, Tsiblisi, Dublin, & & Riga. Currently working on a collaborative project on “Security”.
In the shadows cast from the strong Aegean light, silence becomes deeper and stronger when at the foot of a volcano-island. Greek mythology recounts how a sea God created the island in a rage, how a Titan lives in the volcano and how he cannot help himself but surrender to his destructive powers.
Memories aren’t just in the buildings, or the rocks they’re made up of. Memories are in this village’s ruins: the buildings destroyed by the earthquake give shape to what no longer exists; as if the village is determined to revert to it’s original self before man ever existed.
This constant Sense of Absence is echoed in the details of the forgotten lives: homes abandoned by families, a village abandoned by its community.
Today, the ones who stayed behind try to bring back to life what once was and will be again, but history’s imprint on the island is part of an eternal life identity; one where the personal significance of being is weighted in terms of yesterday, today and tomorrow..
Village of Emporio, Nisyros Island, Greece, 2009
March 2008. Young women choosing and trying clothes in Oslo.
Each time I ask her how she’s doing, Claudine seldom replies something different: “Waiting… I keep on, waiting..” After trading all her material possessions in exchange for a decent elderly life, Claudine was placed in a care home a couple of months following her 102nd birthday.
She owned a beautiful flat and many landmark objects testifying a century of memories only to witness today an entire existence being squeezed in a tiny closet. In her newly occupied room, furnitures look like permanent movie sets, serving over and over as final storages of a few remaining belongings.
Missing her previous life, she avoids any conversation about the things she left behind. “I don’t look back or ahead. Both are painful”.
Condemned to a sharp mind, she fails to connect with the rest of the residents and figures out alternative ways to stay mentally active. The smart recruitment of visitors in potential scrabble adversaries it’s her favored activity. I pay her several visits during the year where instead of being a photographer, I’m gradually turning into a scrabble genius.
While playing scrabble in the large dining room, she always mentions her lack of connection with the rest of the residents.
“They are walking around like this every day without talking. Many rounds, I don’t know how many.”
“We didn’t know what was inside the Christmas boxes…I took the red one .. most of the others got coussin-dogs … but I was lucky, I prefer my little kitten, I like the expression on her face when she is looking through the window.”
Caring to be informed about what happens in the world, she listens to the news every day through an analogue radio, then debates quite sharply on a variety of issues, providing interesting and valid arguments.
I came to realize that she wasn’t waiting at all. She’s was struggling to keep a sane mind.
The last time I saw her, it was January. I noticed new objects decorating her room. A month earlier, Christmas gifts in colorful boxes were distributed to all residents. She was happy and, once more, surprised to see me. Couldn’t understand why I kept coming back or what I was getting in return. “I’m of no use to you, I’m of no use to anybody anymore”, she kept on saying. I smiled and said that she was my scrabble coach, a role that she’d better take more seriously.
When I left that day, little kitten was still staring at the sky through the window. Claudine followed me to the door and waved smiling, as if I was never going to see her again. I never did.
