You could say that Anne-Sophie Costenoble is a portraitist. In her hands, the creepers take shape, the creatures free themselves, the ferns smile, the blondes challenge, the owls are invited.
Neither intention, nor message. Her poetry is full of joy. Because it is so delicate, it brings the hope of an enchanted world’s omnipresent gentleness and transforms our dark side, covering it with infectious beauty.The photographer embraces the accidental with an abandon, which want to be reciprocated, and randomly, her beloved delicate lighting links the strangeness of monochromatic colours with the intimacy of colourised black-and-whites. “It mustn’t be easy, I love the turmoil, the opaque and the vulnerable.”
She keeps a photographic journal that is intuitive, sensory and poetic, evidence of what she feels. “I take photographs for myself, it’s a sort of parallel life. To unlearn, to give myself permission, to wake up”. It’s all of life’s fragility that she talks about, with her child-like view. She goes out into the world and resists withdrawing from it. “Never leave the body, its pleasure, its deaf anguish, its silence and sometimes its intimacy.” Confident, she goes into the intimacy of these vegetable, animal, human or pictorial personalities. The gaze is caressing and invites a feeling of just being present in front of such beauty.
A special edition of 25 copies numbered from one to twenty-five, each accompanied by an original numbered and signed print, has been published.
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