Mauricette

It was years before CharlesHenri Couraud could distance himself enough following the death of his grandmother, to be able to let go of the emotions surrounding her house, her furnishings and her personal items, to give voice to the memories and to accompany the pictures with new words. Mauricette is all about saying farewell and paying homage, a melancholy declaration of love for one’s own story and a memorial to the transience of life.

Couraud’s strong compositions and square excerpts capture details that conceal just as much as they reveal. They are part of an associative riddle, the solution of which can only be imagined by those who have lived a similar past to that of the photographer.