Open School Gallery, Artdelivery Collection, Beaux-Arts Nantes Saint-Nazaire
A selection of photographic works from the collection of the Nantes Art Library and the Ring – Musée d’arts de Nantes, as part of the Bicentenary of Photography and the 40th anniversary of the Beaux-Arts Nantes Saint-Nazaire Art Library.
Opening: Tuesday, September 22 at 6:30 p.m.
On the occasion of the Art Library’s fortieth anniversary and as part of the Bicentenary of Photography, the school has invited the Musée d’arts de Nantes and the Centre Claude Cahun for Photography to curate a group exhibition tracing the history of the photographic collections acquired by the Art Library.
With Jean-Claude Bélégou, Frédéric Bellay, Hicham Benohoud, Pierre Besson, Jérôme Blin, Daphné Boussion, Jean-Paul Brohez, Hannah Collins, Louise Crawford et Stéphan Guéneau, Justin Delareux, Juliette-Andréa Elie, Angèle Etoundi Essamba, EVOR, Gaël Forcet-Moreau, Franck Gérard, Gilles Gerbaud, Alain Guillard, Camille Hervouet, Marie-Jeanne Hoffner, Rebecca Horn, Rebecca Horne, Barbara Kruger, Oleg Kulik, Amélie Labourdette, Bernard Lanteri, Anaïs Lapel, Christine Laquet, Marc Le Mené, Annie-Laurie Le Ravalec, Hélène Marcoz, Olive Martin, Dominique Milbéo, Panamarenko, Ian Paterson, Antonio Tabernero, Victor Tetaz-Josse, Andreas Trogisch.
Curators
Marie Dupas, Head of Contemporary Art, Musée d’arts de Nantes
Émilie Houssa, Artistic Director, Centre Claude Cahun
Mai Tran, Head of the Art Library, Beaux-Arts Nantes Saint-Nazaire
“To be touched by the night, to whisper to it the possibilities of a life halted by daylight and by all the constraints of a society busy making us into something else.
To see ourselves as thieves of amphorae or breeders of loulous.
To be touched by the night and search deep within ourselves for the escape hidden in the scenery of days that are too much as expected.
To take trains across the plain, to dig into the world of our gentle madnesses.
To be touched by the night and cry it out, to claim the sound of darkness, its faint yet forever profound explosion.
To lie at night, to wash our hands of it, brazenly.
At night I lie.”
— Émilie Houssa