The palm sleeps, the palmtree dies.
This exhibition speaks about the inexorable advance of the coast line under the effect of global warming: this strange foreshore, the last frontier. I was very lucky to remain a consenting prisoner in a beach house in Brazil, during the long months of the first confinement. I photographed my horizon there, a thin strip of sand a few kilometers long, bounded by two estuaries and a palm grove. Every week, I discovered on our beach one or more palm trees passed from life to death.
The photographs are organized into five series, in a temporal progression that goes from Lives to Lives, then Fall, Uprooting, Lying and finally Sanded down. Lives to Lives is the land-sea face-to-face, the shadow cast of the tree on the ocean. Falling, the palm leaves the living and vibrant verticality.
