The Michoux
The 16 of November 2011, The Michoux birth. My two new companions of life.
Most of the time, I feel alone even though I am surrounded by people. I like to escape reality and tell me stories, tell me something different from what I saw, even if these stories are based on the «true reality». Like a child who dreams of something else. And these two characters are a kind of my escapism.
Personal project, 2011
Les Michoux
The 16 of November 2011, The Michoux birth. My two new companions of life.
Most of the time, I feel alone even though I am surrounded by people. I like to escape reality and tell me stories, tell me something different from what I saw, even if these stories are based on the «true reality». Like a child who dreams of something else. And these two characters are a kind of my escapism.
Personal project, 2011
Like Dr Frankenstein, I created them, I gave them a name, I will give them a life. As Louise Bourgeois immerse her works of her personal traumas, memories and emotions, I rely on my experience and my feelings to put my Michoux in situation. They are a little representation of my mind in its duality. The black one is classic and serious, he has some integration, create, speak issues. The other, the yellow one, is crazier and happier, it makes everything, fears nothing. The two do not work without each other, they are one entity. I would photograph them in scenarios for short stories, using them to express myself.
The illness
The birthday
The super heroes
The concentration
The lake of inspiration
