Christophe W. Chammartin

Everything is burning.
Oil. Shares. Forests. Waste.
It was the end of the world.
And in the end, it wasn’t anymore.
Even if resources run out.
Even if the sun gives cancer.
Even if men, women live in cardboard houses.
So?
I don’t know what to believe. I am looking for clues. I want to see more, hope maybe.
Curiosity takes me to the paths of this world in gestation.
Camera on my shoulder and recorder in my pocket, I collect a series of statements from all types of specialists, ecologists, scientists, people on a spiritual path, shamans or artists, who live at the front of these changes.

For every meeting, I ask the subject photographed to choose the place and time for a portrait and an interview. I also asked him to suggest a sentence, a query linked to the exchange that just took place.
With this material, I then go on a quest. I lay down the words in the form of an intention, I observe, I wait for the picture. My mind, my heart soak in the environment. My perception is modified. Then a magical reality opens, outside of ordinary concepts and the picture, surprising, rises, echoing the question, the words thrown by the person.