Stéphane Grasset

Climbing in a tree, jumping into a puddle … , during the viewing of his photography, this father, Stéphane Grasset (Savoie-France), immurses us with poetry into the candor of childhood. By these slices of life, a glance, a gesture, the photographer tries to grasp the elusive, the secret of this dreamworld forbidden to adults. Yet, behind this work, it is a journey into emotions that is proposed to us, timeless, stolen in time passing by. Stéphane Grasset shows us in all his beauty both an intimate ànd universal series. Because the original version of this excerpt is a poem on its own, we had to add it here: «Du sang dans les Veines…» Grimper dans un arbre, sauter dans une flaque.., au fil des images, ce père de famille nous plonge avec poésie dans la candeur de l’enfance. Par ces tranches de vie, un regard, un geste, le photographe tente de saisir l’insaisissable, de percer le secret de ce monde onirique interdit aux adultes. Pourtant, derrière l’oeuvre, c’est un voyage dans les émotions qui nous est proposé, intemporel, volé au temps qui passe. Une série intimiste, et universelle à la fois.

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