Where does Amelie come from? Where does she go when she goes home?
In Mali, Niger, Benin, United States, France. Before taking a look at others, Amélie set her bags here and there. She has a father who works for a volunteer exchange organization between North and South, and a mother who reveals the patterns on the fabrics she dyes. Amelie grew up near the Tuaregs, rice fields and the desert. At the edge of the Loire as Niger, it feeds on the permanence of the movement. Like water, we are beings that go towards. Is there none of this in Amelie's art?
Freeze what happens and allow what ends to continue to live.
A life of travel often puts you a little out of time. Nourished by departures and returns, accustomed to watching landscapes scroll, Amélie is fascinated by the exceptional daily. She draws a posture of life, making her photographs attempts to remember what happens.
As the windows of the trains bound the sets that follow each other, Amélie frames the lives that spin with the outlines of her lens. To capture what is so fast behind us. Lovers who become husbands, lovers who become parents, children who are born and grow up, families that are aging, trials that slow down, gestures that make a job, humans who live.
Amelie captures the passages, like so many rites that seek immortality. It documents, portrays, editorializes life. These moments of nothing that do everything. That make time go up and beat the heart.