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In the space of the hesitant indefinite stands the ‘without qualities’, the ‘without absolute determination‘. Anne Cauquelin. A short treatise on the ordinary garden.

Materia Prima evokes both the process of creation and that of destruction. A world that collapses or bursts into flames, in a perpetual state of flux and re-creation…
This series of photographs was taken in Iceland. Here there is no exalted nature in the usual sense. No exuberant vegetation, no paradisiacal landscapes sheltering a fertile nature, a growing flora and fauna. Here is the earth, in all its infinity and majestic poverty, sometimes violent and hostile to man. I remember reading in a magazine on the plane that was taking me there for the first time, the word « Inhabitable land » written in the centre and across the width of the map of Iceland, because here we are, in the open air, on the backbone of the earth. The rock is rough or crumbly and draws lines and surfaces, while water, ice and tumultuous currents spread across its hollows and peaks. Discovering this world is like plunging back into the origins of creation… a land where everything is in perpetual motion and change, unstable on a scale beyond that of man, in its temporality or physical nature.

Ancient texts tell us:
It was at the beginning of time,
When nothingness reigned.
There was neither sand nor sea,
Nor icy waves.
No earth existed,
Nor the sky above.
Immense was the abyss,
But no plant grew.
The Edda, Norse mythology. Volupsa. Version by Snorri Sturluson.

Materia Prima

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