The one is an aphasic, patriarchal totem. The other, my father’s father, whom he never knew, and whose existence I learned of late in my youth. Both were married to my grandfather. Amateur filmmakers in their time, these grandfathers were too little known. Through the only heritage I was bestowed, their existence lives on. These photographs, taken from 8mm film rolls, are their confused and fragmented memoirs. Through this screen of recollection that is my viewer, I wonder if I’m not imagining these ghostly silhouettes and characters. An immersion into the past of works, films and being; a need for filiation grants me this half-remembered dream.
Loïc Molon
