Low Tide. Japan's Chaos.
Somogy| N° d'inventaire | 16505 |
| Format | 25 x 27 |
| Détails | 208 p., 120 illustrations, hardcover. |
| Publication | Paris, 2012 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782757206171 |
To see, to experience, to try to understand, to make known, without pre-established ideas and with an open gaze, such was Denis Rouvre's project when he went, on two occasions, to Japan, to the Tohoku region, devastated by the tsunami of March 11, 2011. Traveling through places doomed to desolation, annihilated in the blind fury of the elements and deserted by its inhabitants, he first experienced silence. Then he found the survivors, wanted to photograph them and collect their testimonies. To those, who live in prefabricated houses while waiting for a better life, he gave back a face and a voice. If Denis Rouvre's images, both portraits and landscapes, clearly say that something has shifted, held, as if suspended, in fragments of eternity, they nevertheless neither explain nor demonstrate anything. Refusing all sentimentality, they record, with sober acuity, the manifest traces of devastation beyond which the fracture lines of an entire society are drawn, can be guessed.
To see, to experience, to try to understand, to make known, without pre-established ideas and with an open gaze, such was Denis Rouvre's project when he went, on two occasions, to Japan, to the Tohoku region, devastated by the tsunami of March 11, 2011. Traveling through places doomed to desolation, annihilated in the blind fury of the elements and deserted by its inhabitants, he first experienced silence. Then he found the survivors, wanted to photograph them and collect their testimonies. To those, who live in prefabricated houses while waiting for a better life, he gave back a face and a voice. If Denis Rouvre's images, both portraits and landscapes, clearly say that something has shifted, held, as if suspended, in fragments of eternity, they nevertheless neither explain nor demonstrate anything. Refusing all sentimentality, they record, with sober acuity, the manifest traces of devastation beyond which the fracture lines of an entire society are drawn, can be guessed.