The extension of the field of photography passes with Solange Kowalweski by the withdrawal of the withdrawal and therefore by the erasure of the human presence. Nevertheless, the world is inhabited through places and things captured through an indisputable gaze.
The landscape itself is captured by touch, but without insistence. We keep one foot on the ground but the imagination remains the madwoman of the house. Every sordid aspect is erased and the haunting air is inscribed in a refined universe.
From the scenic texture emerges a cotton wool light as the artist becomes the technician of the surfaces. They are captured from various angles and a form of abstraction.
Without seeking the slightest effect, the photographer who is also a visual artist creates poetic symbioses. Even more so than to plastic perorations she prefers attention to what speaks to her subconscious.
There is always a tacit agreement adrift. Solange Kowalewski retains an ephemeral which suddenly frees itself. In a flash, fragments of reality enter ex-abrupto immanence.
What the designer retains seems little, but we would settle for less. There remain cracks which are a suspension of time where through the landscape we are halfway between to be and being. Each take thus has its share of truth.