Pierre Boulat
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The rough, painful contact of skin and sand, an explosion of exploded shells...
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The rough, painful contact of skin and sand, an explosion of exploded shells
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Journey on a woman body
Gone to discover the woman, Pierre Boulat, caressing her body, brings us him into a new universe.Alternately tender or cruel exploration of a tormented landscape, sown with gentle undulations, arid craters or mysterious forests. Explosion in the sun. Crystal or teeth, basalt or hips, we do not really know where it starts or where it ends. Through the lens the skin dissolves in matter, the woman joining the mineral kingdom. We abandon the skin as a fiddling, it is the end of the Middle Ages. The Cosmos at last.
