PROJECT 22

Choosing two artworks to form a diptych proved far more complex than I initially expected. What I first assumed would be a simple matter of personal taste quickly revealed itself as a question that extended well beyond aesthetics. Observing the works individually and in relation to one another made it clear that the experience of viewing an artwork changes fundamentally once it enters into dialogue with another.

When two works are placed side by side, a relationship inevitably emerges and this relationship reshapes the perception of each piece. An artwork is no longer read solely on its own terms, but through the presence of the other. Some works that appeared strong in isolation lost clarity when juxtaposed, while more discreet pieces gained intensity through this relational framework.

This process revealed that meaning is never fully contained within an artwork itself, but is constructed through context and interaction. The diptych operates…

After receiving the envelope, the first thing that came to mind was to think about the next person to whom I would pass it on so that the work could evolve. There was something about choosing the “most capable person” to take it on its journey, but also the feeling that I had to choose someone with whom I would be connected “for life” through this experience.

I wanted this person to be close to me and to share the same artistic sensibility so that we could share this work together, which would become a collective performance. After thinking it over, I chose to pass the envelope on to a dear friend with whom I have a special relationship that has changed a lot over the past year, with whom I have shared many experiences, and who happened to be present with me that day at Paris Photo 2025.

Before…

Enveloppe #22

« Two », « Twenty One »

Bayonne, France

Je n’ai pas tout de suite compris ce qui m’a attiré dans cet assemblage.

J’ai l’habitude de voir des diptyques qui se complètent.

Dans la numéro 21, j’ai vu l’impression d’un souvenir d’été, dont il ne reste que des bribes, un nuage flou.

Le choix fut long et lent.

Il m’a fallu 9 jours et 9 nuits pour enfin me décider sur les deux élues de mon coeur.

J’ai regardé à travers leurs couleurs

cherchant l’écho de leurs histoires.

Je voulais qu’elles me parlent chacune à leur manière, tout en me charmant à travers une voix commune.

J’ai d’abord hésité sur un trois temps,