Dusha
Dusha, soul, has the same root as the verb to breathe: the soul thus becomes a long breath, a despair that clings to life in moments of oppression. But Dusha is also synonymous with person, man. Dusha is the title of this endless journey through Russia. It has been a gradual process of discovery, the search of atmosphere, suggestions of a disappearing era that somehow, silently but tenaciously, is still alive. A photographic journey against time, before it all disappears. This is Mother Russia, infinite, lived day after day, absorbed, observed.
The language, the dialects, the temperatures of the most remote corners. In the solitude. A mirror of melancholy. An initiatory journey that reveals and tells. Postcards of the memory of this world, small frescoes of distant places, an urgent task because time is essence. To see and feel another world, again.
DETAILS
40 framed color prints of 50×50 cm
2 boxes of 110×60 cm
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Hôtel Paul Delaroche
58 rue Saint Lazare, 75009 Paris
+33 1 53 01 85 85
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