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Portrait of Gaspard Noël, getting his head out of water.
Gaspard Noël
In dialogue with the world
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Sight

Years
Year
2008 - 2012
Locations
Location
France - Greece - Scotland - Argentina - Iceland

To see what holds me —
not myself, but what surrounds me,
what precedes me,
what exceeds me.

A pale imitation
is already an offering.
It means I’ve seen something real.
Something vast.

Not the human figure,
but the current it swims in.
Not the body,
but the breath that passes through.

To imitate, even clumsily,
is to admit:
“You are there too.”
It’s a form of reverence,
even in broken syntax.

As I pay closer attention
to what meets me from outside,
my images begin to shift.

They no longer ask who I am.
They ask: how do I belong?

The act of revealing
becomes less about identity,
and more about relation.

A balance begins to appear —
shaped not by control,
but by openness.

This, maybe, is what beauty is:
not harmony imposed,
but a rhythm received.

My practice, once impulsive,
becomes ritual.
A melody breathed
into the tempo of things.

Not just a self,
but a “we,”
spoken without speech.

And what this “we” meets,
sooner or later,
is the world’s refusal.

A resistance.
Felt.
Named.
Lived.

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