Follower of metamorphoses and “deletions” Véronique Loh makes the images drift. A series of evanescent presences spring up in often enigmatic poses, where the woman seems to have emerged from Aladdin’s lamp. She sits enthroned in a kind of real ostentation but also stored away in the space of mental and visual representation.
However, there is nothing allegorical or symbolic here, even if such poses can sometimes evoke the painting of Gustave Moreau. No one indeed knows the key to such presences which are lost between pose and instability.
The nights seem white, where the image offers physical streams of thought and on the lookout for the distant. Everything remains latent and uncertain in a space without the slightest points of reference except the woman and the life of the folds of her veils.
The dynamics of the unconscious come to stir and multiply the tricks of glimpsing at her. Emotions are no longer only optical and sensitivity is not only visual. In the cloud a fear takes on a form not exempt from pleasure but of the order of the scarf where hallucination and dream do not have separate rooms in a void where everything is reconstructed.
Inner confinement and effacement thus find a paradoxical way out. Where nothing is lost but where everything is transformed in the light of fireflies.