“It was obvious for me to begin with images of my sister in our hometown: Marseille. She’s made of paradoxes, she’s rough, she’s sometimes extreme and beautiful, as the city.
We can see her wearing a wind mask, on the top of a wall as tall as the city, or in the middle of pyracanthas (from Greek purakantha : pr, fire; see pyre + akantha, thorn).
A quarry is the perfect example for me of a violent aggression in the landscape, often magnificent, like the ground of her terrace flat which was totally damaged by the sun…
Photography and text Julie Liger
