THE GOLD DIGGER AND HIS MEN NUGGETS
Born in 1961 in Paris, Denis Darzacq is a photographer. He works about the human body in urban space. Actually, he presents his pictures in Toulouse. For « The Fall », the artist had worked with hip-hop, break-dance and capoira dancers. Every picture shows one second, so one movement. The reality is magical : men lift from the ground.
I suggest you visiting from art gallery’s in written and photographical pictures.
« Château d’eau » gallery. Underground. There are in urban landscapes, Nudes who walk in serenity and détermination, to their outlined dreams. Outside, in the mad grasses’ field, people wanders through its profound depths. From one picture to other a question resists : can we blossom out itself in urban space ?
View of the sky. It would seem passers-by are coupled to the earth like a carriage to the rails. They organize some harmonious Wholes . We distinguish flat man, so the shadows and standing men, so groups of solitudes. And the shadows, this moving inprints of the vertical short-lived, don’t want let its men…
On the gallery way, we meet a leaning forward man. His body draws an arrow. We take stairs.
Arrival in principal room. Incredible ! Men take up the air no man’s land ! They are flying ! They have uncoupled their feet of the earth. They are hanging, suspended in mid-air, without visible shadows. Here, the laws of gravity are really light.
The viewer is surprised in front of this trimed energy, lively discipline, so voluntary proposals. Inside the picture, the skin diver hurls the muscular canvas of his evanescent architecture towards a space without strings. The self-control promises liberty.
Sublimated gesture.
Concentrating respiration.
Words, like dancers, fall and stand up. A third eye whose stops its blow when it meets a figure. Everybody is holding it’s breath.
Carnal orbit
Between
Impalpable currents
Fall into the void
This river.
Carnal orbit
Now
Immortal.
Messages to space…
To the dancers…
Can you fly, fly forever ? Because we mustn’t lost man that you save letting express himself in moving !
To the photographer…
Can you keep to your’s diving suit and flippers to carry on walking towards the living letters that you capture ? They form a new alphabet to explore, so new pages, like paths, to choreograph !
To the visitor…
See you later on the gold river of earth, you find nuggets whose are living people !...
Anaïs Delmas, in Ponytail Magazine
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