Against winds and against history. Nothing in this autobiographical tale makes it possible for the spectator to identify names or dates. There is nothing in these images of the “already there” that enables us to find our way; this photography is scandalously ahistoric and so unsophisticated. It is an artisanal work of art, a traditional craft, that is affirmed by its implementation.
Laurent Millet cuts and sharpens bits of wood […] He raises the sails for derisory trips. The installation is much too fragile to hold up to the winds. But only the snapshot and the speed of the shutter are able to preserve the essential, the illusory portrait of the master of the elements, to write not only with the sun but also the wind.