Jean-Claude Bélégou Chimeras : Our voices that felt silent 2020/2021

 

Flooded lands in the rainy seasons and at high tides, all along the estuary, a muddy mixture of earth and water, these shallows are only vaguely hospitable to man and present themselves with a gloomy flatness. Impassable with an impenetrable heart.
Nothing, there is nothing at first. We sink into the deepest desolation.

It is only little by little that one discovers, not in its heart, but on its limits, a certain fertility, lands unsuitable for agriculture but not to fatten and improve the breeding herds in the season. dried.

Crisscrossed by canals, and sometimes by locks and reaches, the willow, alder, ash, poplar willingly arise in this marsh, like punctuations on this dull and gloomy horizon, in the middle of the reedbeds inhabited by rats. water and punctuated by passages of migratory birds (watched by a few hunters in their gabions).

We only move there with our feet in the silt. Embankments, fillings, polders, deviations from the course of the river threaten it and eat away at it little by little.

Colors digital, print with archival inks 60 x 90 cm printed by the artist, limited editions, delivered matted, numbered and signed.