Landscapes – on endless fogs a light wavers in interrogation. A suspended time pours its drops of light. The airy regrets of blues and mauves veil the open space. The Greco gray, rustling, is never far. Boundaries are faded.
Let the sky flow, the sea itself. Back – despite scarification of the depths, the offering is all the more naked. A body makes space. And the rose, in its dolence, is equilibrium. And always, lights and colors stretched to our eyes like a bowl of hot milk. A fragrance of light. Thought then leads one life and the eye, another.
From the first contacts with Baghir’s work, a conviction as powerful as it is sweet reaches us. A shock that does not result from any noisy process. Something intimate to our senses: from water to our roots to gorge them with all the childhoods of our gaze.
For those who already know his previous works, it will be easy to discern the links that ensure the continuity between the poetic work of digital Disturbances and the pictorial work of Photographic Passports. The retina of Baghir composes in persistent, elegant, tenuous appoggiatures. We see as through the folds of an eyelid that would become free canvas. The air is dyed with azures and moisture. Nothing stains the light. The air is a bath of colors. Chromatic tenderness. Silence waiting to be broken.
Patience of the photographer towards the moment, without any repentance of painter.
Just skyied scars.
Passports, finally, so that the night of an eyelid cannot be lowered except in epiphanies. Make a clean place, without delay, for the sole sake of this quiver of source and chance that flees us. In carnal mornings, the models of the photographer are the officiants, without their knowledge, of this grace. Baghir has never finished soliciting the visual experience. His virtuoso foreshadows what we persist in waiting for, what we would like to learn to receive. In this world, which has become difficult to inhabit, Baghir’s photographic work is waiting at the window like Vermeer’s geographer: Let the world be born again, too many eyes beset it. ”
Martine Jobbé Duval
From Tuesday to Saturday from 2pm to 7pm.
Closing evening on Saturday, August 31 (gallery closed in August).
For more information: www.galerie-photo12.com
14 Rue des Jardins Saint-Paul, 75004 Paris, France
June 13, 2019 to July 27, 2019