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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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‘Untitled’
Inis Mor-Paris
18 x 24 cm
2006-07
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On looking closely at the genesis of Sylvie Bonnot’s work, we begin to realize that the photography is at first, if not a pretext, at least an auxiliary to a walk through a landscape, to pace up and down a territory, to submerge there physically, to merge into it, to embody it. And so, she has crossed alone through the Irish landscape in all weathers, for several years. When she photographs houses and natives there, it seems, in spite of a perceptible empathy, that we do not leave even for a second, the theme of the landscape. When she returns from these periods of immersion, she develops and hoards hundreds of photos, that she sometimes enlarges, even if, for most of the time she amasses them in boxes that she makes for that purpose. Which could be a way for her to appropriate, to contain and to own the territory she has just walked through. [Extract : Text – ‘Eros is a rock’ – Hubert Besacier, 2008]
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