I live, I wander on an imaginary planet made of rocks, water and ice. Man is not made up of the same atoms as those that make up the earth’s crust, by water and ions, as the famous astrophysicist Hubert Reeves said. I wander in this imaginary country which admittedly does not have many human beings but whose power brings us back to our condition.
“You will return to Earth, because born from dust, you will become dust again”. (Genesis 3.19). These places go beyond the landscapes traveled. They are deafeningly silent, vulnerable power. They have been, are and will endure in our fragile and ephemeral existence. As Roger Caillois writes “These stones older than Life and which remain after it on the cooled planets”
There is only the universe before me: space, time which suddenly seems infinite to me, and matter. My real or dreamed memories are overprinted in front of the reality that I photograph. The landscapes become reflections of states of mind. These bits of earth transport me to an Elsewhere which transcends me and which asks Pascal’s dear question “What is a Man in the Infinite?”
Laetitia de la Villehuchet