The loneliness of the elements
The photographer Michèle Bloch-Stuckens expresses the loss, the emptiness that follows, and the self-reconstruction through the image. An almost white page. - Isabelle Cerboneschi
I know photographer Michèle Bloch-Stuckens for years. We worked together. Little. A story of circumstances, no doubt. His universe was of the order of abundance: abundance of flesh, colors, details, decor, sensuality. As if emptiness did not have right of city in his images.
We saw each other during the scorching summer 2017. She revealed to me her personal work. We were close to the monochrome: white-haired girl with white skin on a white background. Nothing or almost nothing but a white daisy as extravagance. It's as if Michèle Bloch-Stuckens had washed her life with great water, had defeated everything but the essential. I did not recognize his pictures anymore. I did not recognize her either.
She wanted to put on an exhibition with her pictures. I asked her if she would unveil them in my magazine to illustrate an article about White hair. She told me yes. I asked him to tell me about his series. I prefer at this stage to open the quotation marks and let it express itself: what it says upsets me, because it is universal. She's the one I hear. It's me too.
"I had a big change in my life at the beginning of 2017, I had to say goodbye to things, people, to which I was very attached. The violence of this beginning plunged me into a great white, empty of everything - future, sensations, emotions - I was as anesthetized, blissful in front of this frightening void and this obligation to start all over again. I lived a great loneliness.
At the time I did not really understand all this, I would have been unable to put words in it and so I did not understand why so I was suddenly attracted by a very different photograph of what I Until then, they were powerful women, very sophisticated, sensual, evolving in quite charged universes.
There I dreamed of white, of purity, of sobriety. Turn over to 180 °.
Through the realized images, besides the creative joy, the novelty, I felt that this emptiness which still crushed me, at the bottom, was carrier of an immense freedom. Scary and terrorizing freedom but freedom anyway.
During the photo shoot, with a simple movement of her head, my model made her hair fly. I felt in this breath, this little flight, all the hope that I missed.
The air, an impalpable thing, reminded me that life is movement.
The Solitude of the Elements is a series of photos divided into four sections, of which you will find here some images of the first part: The air. I extrapolate and play the characteristics of each of the four elements, interpreting freely and in a personal way my journey through them. "