Sarah Postec
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I still remember my high school years - in Paris - on the boulevard that I use to take to go to school, passing people and feeling ever so strongly that my internal world - so rich and brilliant - was very close to their - equally rich and important and nevertheless, silence.
Without a sound, worlds met and if one disappeared, nothing happen to upset the never ending ballet. The others continued their march down the boulevard, entered the metro, left the café.
A world so incredibly rich disappeared without changing the movement.

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I don’t know which called out to me the most as a child: the richness of my interior world, the difficulty to express it, loneliness, the insignificance of human life or the silence. I would walk through crowds on the busiest boulevard of Paris, but people full of the noise of their thoughts passed me by in silence.

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This realization caused me to look more intensely around me and arouse in me the desire to catch onto something tangible, something with roots. For a long time I photographed the world which surround us and served us as a scenery - witness to history - which time as marked. These objects, reassuring in their essential silence, made to endure, can be looked at, guessed at, imagined, each view of them generates a different story.

Then with time I began to feel my membership in the world more clearly and the wish to break the existing barriers that I created for protection.

First the fixed images were made to reflect movement, then faces appeared, reflection of the present.

Today the need to show myself animates me, also that which is here around me that nobody sees, the desire to be recognize as an intermediary between the word and another, a human among humans, determinate to break the silence that as haunted me since my childhood.
This is a search for a mode of expression that reflects my feelings regarding this world that I have observed for so long and whose meaning I understand less and less clearly.