For all those who like to pause for a moment, to lift their eyes to the sky, to dream with their "head in the clouds", to lose themselves in their infinite variety, their shifting shapes and colors, this ever-renewed gift of nature. This site brings together photographs of clouds from many different horizons, to offer you a stroll, a moment of poetry, a gentle breathing space.
Agnès Charbonnel
In the white room, silence learns to breathe. On the walls, the clouds have stopped running. They no longer carry the sky: at last, they offer themselves to the gaze. There are cumulus clouds with rounded shoulders, slow as morning thoughts, and further on, delicate cirrus, phrases whispered by the wind. Each photograph is a window opened onto a moment that no longer exists, a sky gathered before it came undone. Light glides over the paper like a tamed sun. The shadows, delicate, remind us that even air has weight, that the fleeting can leave a trace. We move forward gently, afraid of making the rain fall. The clouds answer one another from frame to frame, a scattered family, an archive of movement, a portrait of a world changing without a sound. And one leaves the exhibition with eyes raised a little higher than on entering, holding this fragile certainty: to look up is already a kind of journey.
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