Pierre-Yves Cruaud

In a small commercial harbour in the south of France, two Moroccan sailors are watching over ferries that were abandoned by ship-owners. Young Syrians make a stopover to load their cattle, African traders prepare a convoy of second-hand vehicles. Men, machines, and animals transit through this space open onto the sea.

The cinematographic machine gets under way and tries to awaken a memory. A trip down memory lane, following fragile indications and inducing images yet to be born.

The construction of the Sagrada Familia from the architect Gaudi is seen and heard like a rhytmic construction.

The director explains some of the themes behind his work.

Who has never felt lost in a crowd? Who has never questioned their own identity through the anonymity of the city streets? In Fausse Solitude, Pierre-Yves Cruaud lets himself go in an urban merry-go-round until he reaches dizziness. With the camera fixed on the image of his face, he pulls us into his solitude.

Video Installation on four projectors made by Pierre-Yves Cruaud.

In a small commercial harbour in the south of France, two Moroccan sailors are watching over ferries that were abandoned by ship-owners. Young Syrians make a stopover to load their cattle, African traders prepare a convoy of second-hand vehicles. Men, machines, and animals transit through this space open onto the sea.

The cinematographic machine gets under way and tries to awaken a memory. A trip down memory lane, following fragile indications and inducing images yet to be born.

The construction of the Sagrada Familia from the architect Gaudi is seen and heard like a rhytmic construction.

The director explains some of the themes behind his work.

Who has never felt lost in a crowd? Who has never questioned their own identity through the anonymity of the city streets? In Fausse Solitude, Pierre-Yves Cruaud lets himself go in an urban merry-go-round until he reaches dizziness. With the camera fixed on the image of his face, he pulls us into his solitude.

Video Installation on four projectors made by Pierre-Yves Cruaud.

Breaking with luminous assaults. Fighting against attempts at revelation. Gripping, resisting, only leaving a few traces.

Two points of view from the same sequence of takes are presented through two separate frames.

This video is inspired by the life of painter Sam Francis.

The private life of several individuals is revealed in front of cameras settled in the bedrooms which they use.

Minor observations, confused and unconscious, run parallel to the perception of the whole. A sentence from Leibniz that defines my artistic trajectory.

nseparable barriers limit the vital space of human activities. Pedestrians emerge from static lines, isolated in the outline of their bodies, only to disappear once more when they encounter the next boundary. Underpinned by an electronic soundscape, Le silence est en marche questions spatial and social conditioning.