Photography seems inseparable from the timeline and the fear of death. More than fixing time,
photography helps us to assimilate, having more time, moments that were only assimilated partially at the
moment of the picture taking.
The picture will be a definitive trace of an emotion between a
subject and an object, testifying that a link really existed.
However, this trace, in the case of
family memory, is becoming opaque and the oral transmission languishes after a few generations: I know few
details about my ancestors, whose pictures decorate the house walls. However, they died less than a century
ago.
Used to report on reality, family photography rather reflects a deformed reality, influenced
by the place of the photographer in the family, his relationships with the relatives, the way he perceives
his family members, the poses of the models, the framing, the choice of the moment... Some members of the
family appear more than others: it’s the case of children, who are today the main protagonists of family
albums, a trend that began with Hidden Mothers, studio pictures of the nineteenth century, in which mothers
were hidden under a sheet so that the child would appear alone.
The connection between reality
and fiction is completely present in the memory construction. According to Paul Antze’s works, memory
wouldn’t only be a reconstruction, but an imaginary construction. In my work, this idea is obvious as I
suggest here my own interpretation of family.