With what eyes do we see our dreams? How do we see while sleeping, eyes closed in the dark? Memory, how does it see past images? How are they remembered in one look? Or, we could unequivocally fear the return of sight and clear focalization like Hélène Cixoux, who, on the eve of the laser surgery that was going to cure her extreme myopia, felt the imminence of sight, the approaching end of her blindness , and mourned it. In her blindness, she saw seeing. She saw sight coming. The images of Joël Van Audenhaege are neither windows nor mirrors. They do not open out to an exterior space. Barely perceptible, we try to see, not a sensation, a feeling, an introspection: fifteen visual verses to fight boredom, lift the spell, the hang over, possibility, depression, uncertainties, the unsaid, wagers, evening demons, illness, perhaps death, like impromptu incantations. Though we are not completely out of the woods, though we do not always really know where we are or where we are going, we should settle it nevertheless, more or less, this time at least.
Antonio Guzmán
Joël Van Audenhaege, Photographic Fields
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