Photo exhibition

Claude Batho ‘The poetry of the intimate’

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK – 2015 Yusef Hawkin’s face is gone and now this child’s face has also been totally erased from the world. I believe her name was Janelle Lynn McCleese, born in 1987 and died in 1990. How did she die? I have imagined that she was hit by a car. The mural lived much longer than she did. Perhaps brevity really is part of the beauty and function of these murals—that their eventual loss further reflects the neighborhood’s demographic changes, the passage of time, the brevity of life. I won’t ever forget Janelle’s face and her lovingly fixed hair. She lives inside all of us who passed by and took notice of her as we walked down Lewis Ave.,-- us, the lucky living, wondrously and briefly animated by life.
@ Claude Batho
@ Claude Batho

From the 18th October 2014 until the 18th of January 2015
At the Musée Nicephore Niepce – 28, Quai des Messageries – 71100 Chalon sur Saône (France)
Exhibition co-produced with the GwinZegal Centre for Art and Research, Guingamp.
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Through her photographs, Claude Batho (1935-1981) examined the simplest of objects from his daily life, to familiar landscapes and his close entourage. The apparent simplicity of the representations leaves room for sensitivity, for a silent beauty often associated with black and white sliver-based prints. This simplicity turns into poetry and triumphs over banality. A women’s gesture, Claude Batho’s photography can be read as a personal diary whose subjects are not the extraordinary moments of existence but the insignificant and, as such timeless ones.

Now that time has passed, we can look back on Claude Batho’s photographs with serenity. In this collection that is far from scattered or by chance, there a feeling of going beyond the limits of a lifetime. Her work has aged particularly well. We would so love that she and her friends and family would be able to find themselves in this new portrait, thirty years after her death. As everything seems simple in these photos. Photography seems to want to be a carbon copy of family life; a practice imbued with tenderness, made up of daily, humble gestures: when the images connect to a practical “reality” that is never far from a dream. […]
(Extract from the text by François Cheval. A book has been published to coincide with the exhibition : Co-edition by GwinZegal, musée Nicéphore Niépce)

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Véronique Poczobut, photo editor of PRIVATE magazine.

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