Contrainte de renoncer au Polaroid SX70 faute de fabrication de papier, Corinne Mercadier invente une nouvelle esthétique avec les outils du numérique. L’essai est transformé et son univers poétique redéployé
One must have long scrutinized within oneself to see what she sees, and catch the moment's acute flight like a fever. A little girl in a forest runs in front of a kind of organdy dress raised by the wind. Darkness, like oblivion, cuts a corner of the image. We look at it, and we remember. At a wild pace, childhood submerged. "Once and no more" This time is ours too. No doubt Corinne Mercadier, 58, a professor of visual arts in a Parisian college, artist trained at the University of Aix-en-Provence, she feared to lose this poetry so singular when came to miss the film Polaroid SX 70 The digital has emerged despite itself. " I had no choice. Images were in me. They had to exist, "said Corinne, her voice soft and clear. Three years of research have passed, filled with doubts and fears. "First of all, I could only draw. Each drawing is a possible, a dream. Carnets blackened with sketches and sketches, notes and quotations from the allied poets - Nerval, Rilke, Kafka -, warnings too - "Watch out for the physical presence of the elements! The symbolic is not plastic in itself, "notes Corinne. So many twists and turns that allowed him to find his identity, to get closer to his visions and to give them body. "As an autodidact, I learned to transcribe the material of my drawings with digital tools. I knew what I was looking for which allowed me not to drown myself in an extremely powerful technology. In the pastel tones of the Polaroids, which were captures of a first photo made in Leica, in which Corinne sought to "lose the maximum of definition to create the mystery", have substituted for desaturated and darkened colors and a definition flawless precision. The intimacy of the first landscapes has been replaced by rigorous and cold spaces, "less intimate, more universal". However, the images of the series Black Screen and Solo, which inaugurate this new digital age, are nonetheless strange. More so, maybe. For, in the crudity of their definition and the obscurity of their color, they deliver a burden of truth as much as unreality that can only stir up trouble. It is this disturbing atmosphere, where the night radiates, which creates a gap with the real. "How come poetry goes through so much precision? Corinne said, herself surprised. The answer is in the light, no doubt. A light that is also silence and absence. "I developed the light of these photographs by drawing and writing. I have a painter's attitude to photography. I can return to an image six months if necessary. However, I never do collage or digital editing. Every photograph is a scene that has taken place. From one image to another, the same haunting resurfaces. Solitude - desert landscapes and enigmatic silhouettes. Abstraction - empty spaces, flying objects that are "like drawings in space". Geometry - precise imprints of shadows, black backdrop ... "It's the night that goes on. And even if it's not the night, we do not know if it's the day, "says Corinne Mercadier who continues the exploration of the space inside, in the direction of what Michaux called" the distant interior " . For what is it except a mental journey into the unknown, or, more certainly, into the unsuspected? "I fight against immensity, infinity, anonymity and yet it is the subject of my work. It's captivating because it's a fear mixed with desire. " The images of Corinne Mercadier deliver something immutable and strangely human by the test of destitution and randomness. His work is another fable of origins.