Alchemy



Going to meet the stranger aboard a regional express train is the first image that comes to mind. The Train in Senegal is a relic, like many others of the man, returned to be accepted, repaired but without success. So this pile of junk on which the kids dream of climbing a day like a Phoenix tries to be reborn from the ashes.


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Chimera

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A land in relief

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Thiaroye 44! The forgotten future of history, four feet underground, still hope to be paid a tribute worthy of the name. History has admitted that one day in December 1944, brave African soldiers were cowardly murdered by the colonial authority but some Senegalese seem to have lost their memory. Flock one day, flock always. After a first impression of disorder, one lets oneself be taken by the image and one finds a disposition in ranks (something military conditioned) of which certain files were broken. The multiple and identical effect of the skulls we add to the dominant white of the image, a shadow to give the latter a certain poetry of the earth.
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Hearing and sight intertwine, intersect and accept each other

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  It was during the realization of a great report on radio for his diploma in journalism that Adramé Ismyxël fell really in love with the sound. At the time, as a student, he aspired to a great career in investigative journalism but a mysterious event will upset his plans. During a rainy morning in September 2016, he went to a locality in eastern Senegal to investigate an incredible case. Arrived at the scene, his attention was particularly attracted by a sound he heard in the distance. He listened and then, as if by spell, he approached to hear better. The sound in question was actually a song. A song sung by a small group of women who plowed a field accompanied by an old drummer. Adramé Ismyxël asked permission to immortalize these beautiful words with his dictaphone and, great was his surprise when it was granted. He recorded this beautiful traditional song and a few moments later, thanked and took leave of these benefactors. Back home, he was excited to listen to this fa
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