Life ends, the process of vanishment starts.
Can a photograph make you immortal?
Decomposition. Recomposition.
Dead bodies yet still lived in.
Remains, body fragments.
Rawboned mortal coils.
Animals have bodies.
Bestiary autopsy.
Toothless nails.
Carcasses.
Still lives.
Relics.
Bone.
Off.
On.

  HAGARD
                                       Dernières séances

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pointgif Hagard takes pictures of dead animals.
Hagard does not give nor take life.
Hagard is a pseudonym.
The lift (you are in it) allows you to descend toward the galleries.
The lift evokes our referential universe.
The lift is an introduction to the photographs.
6 galeries, showing the pictures themselves.
Sound version: original soundtrack.

 

 

 

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GALLERY 1  boutongalerie
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“ And no less universal is the pleasure felt in things imitated.
We have evidence of this in the facts of experience.
Objects which in themselves we view with pain, we delight to contemplate
when reproduced with minute fidelity: such as the forms
of the most ignoble animals and of dead bodies. ”

Aristotle – Poetics – 335 BCE

 

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“ The essential thing in life can be found in the concrete reality of mountains and rivers,
and in the infinite number of creatures captured in all their variety.
Inside out, sideways, in profile, concentrated, dispersed, close by, far away,
inside, outside, empty, full, interrupted, prolonged, progressive, successive, bare,
flourishing, floating, evanescent... ”

Shitao - The Words of the Monk Bitter-Pumpkin on Painting - circa 1705



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“ For the photograph's immobility is somehow the result
of a perverse confusion between two concepts:
the Real and the Live: by attesting that the object has been real,
the photograph Surreptitiously induces belief that it is alive,
because of that delusion which makes us attribute to Reahty
an absolutely superior, somehow eternal value;
but by shifting this reality to the past ("this-has-been"),
the photograph suggests that it is already dead.
Hence it would be better to say that Photography's inimitable
feature (its noeme) is that someone has seen the referent
(even if it is a matter of objects) in flesh and blood… ”

Rolland Barthes – Camera lucida – 1980

 

 





 

 

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“ Immobilized at the distorted center of the movement of its world,
the consciousness of the spectator can have no sense
of an individual life moving toward self­ realization, or toward death.
Someone who has given up the idea of living life
will surely never be able to embrace death. ”

Guy Debord – The Society of the Spectacle – 1967

 

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“ According to Passolini, the defining characteristic of our world, that is to say
the Western world, is to be and to want to be sheltered from the real.
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In that respect, in that kind of world, if by chance the real manages to penetrate
your perception, you immediately find yourself in total subjective despair. ”

Alain Badiou - In Search of the Lost Real- 2015

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“ The Painter: What is more simple than a tree?
Yet when I paint a tree, I make everyone uncomfortable.
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I paint, despite myself, those things hidden behind things!...
A swimmer, to me, is already a drowned man... ”

Marcel Carné, Jacques Prévert – Port of Shadows – 1938



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A, black velvety jacket of brilliant flies
Which buzz around cruel smells,

Gulfs of shadow;

Arthur Rimbaud – Vowels – 1883



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Original soundtrack by Raoul Le Pennec, composed for Hagard.

Thanks are due
to Michel Langevin for the website
to T. and A. Theuns for translation.

© Hagard
© Raoul Le Pennec for music
All use and reproduction
of the images and the soundtrack
are protected by copyright.

Contact: hgr@hagard.fr

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