Motherhood
"Motherhood" is a bosom, fillled with a child body, plants, water stretches, and a bunch of blank pages. We silently tiptoe inside, eyes wide open. Here is a sublte space bathed in, if one dares say, a flow of love for what is, fragile, unstable and yet immortal.
The photographic moment is less about grasping than imprinting how fleetingly and definitely life goes by. Motherhood is an invitation to be attentive, it is undoubtedly a Buddhist book knowing about the value of Satori. Landscapes, hardwood forests, black and green puzzles were made from cloud fairy dust. A little girl with closed eyes knows about the beginning and the end of the story, her country is called Jadis. To her, everything looks like an overwhelming presence as everything is unreal, timeless, vibrating in its natural order. Here, it’s about tales, the fear of wolves and stone-like streaks of light on the path. Darkness is protective, as are parents slipping into bed, getting together, under the sheets at dusk. as they wildly crave for blossom, communion and creation.
Now the willing little girl, stable, in her very stumbles steps onto the beach, in the peat, while Saturn spins its melancholy to no avail. She dances and draws the whole landscape in her move. Motherhood is a music of spheres, a praise for the Earth, a gift for those who will have the chance to grasp its immemorial aspect.
Fabien Ribéry