Viewers familiar with Nicolas Dhervillers’ previous series My Sentimental Archives and Tourists will recognize the photographer’s aesthetic. A little artifice and evening poetry. Standing in forests and on country roads, images of small men appear, gleaned from the Internet or from some archives. Dhervillers give them a second life, the possibility to wander eternally through a thick and all-consuming time. In his work, night is always deceptive. It is literary and philosophical. At night the landscape gives way to zones of perdition, to metaphysical traps. And whether or not humans appear in his “photographic paintings,” Nicolas Dhervillers is always seeking souls to awaken and skies to sleep in. Always.
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