Hors Cadre, Marseille, Bibliothèque départementale des Bouches-du-Rhône, January-March 2013
Under the neon light, fingers are touching lightly the headdress of a woman, with a sideways glance, one of the characters of “The Fortune Teller”, painted by Georges de la Tour, three centuries ago.
For more than ten years, Gérard Rondeau has photographed museums, and big exhibitions’ backstage. Painting and sculptures appear suddenly wrapped up, tied up in such positions, sometimes delicate or weird – always surprising. Here, in a halo of light, there, cut out in the backlight, the essence of forms, the one that makes pieces art, is grabbed in a graceful lightflash.
Those photographic instants, not just obvious anecdote, offer to us a vitalized vision of museums, a place where turbid exchanges between pieces of art and men’s looks – looks tinged with admiration, questioning, but also with a lack of concern – are forged in silence.
In the past, some people would have declaimed their hostility to museums. On the contrary, in those pictures appear between the lines the poetry and the pleasure to get lost in this very place.