Ranville-Breuillaud is a very small Charente village lost in the middle of nowhere. We meet him by chance after crossing fields as far as the eye can see. But this village has a particularity: a garden located at its end, identifiable by its tipi. Garden as unexpected in this village as the village in the middle of the fields.

 

In this garden: a standing tipi, two lying tipis, a wooden boat, as well as other objects, each more atypical than the next, in the middle of this void. Raised more than rooted. Floating on a horizon line, rocking on a green ocean, held back by the sky. The sea lifts them up, the sky sits them down. This is why each of the images is split in two, with the boundary between sky and earth as its center. The play with the depth of field, which makes the foreground blurry and the tipi sharp, reinforces the idea of ​​a moving ground, of a form of storm that dares to move objects to let them run aground where one does not expect them. So I chose to turn around the tipi in order to place it in several settings. The strangeness of this shipwreck is highlighted by the desaturation of the images. The tipi floats in space as well as in time: it belongs to that in-between, between color and black and white.

 

The frieze aligns the tipis in the middle of this stormy void. There are a thousand of them and they all float on the earth, wedged between sky and sea, with the current, to end up somewhere, we do not know where, we do not know when. It is an image of our lives swayed by multiple events, with the surprising present and the moving future.