The photographic universe of Jacques Beun is one of them! Dystopian, strange, hallucinated, dreamlike and real. Nothing but raw material, plants, flowers, trees. Jacques Beun only sees what he sees. He sees that reality is double or triple. That the in-between is not the beyond vision. He photographs the doubling, the unravelling, the de-quadrupting of the world, and his tantièmes turn out to be a single image.
"Let's look at the tiny fungi or the huge flowers. Let us sink into the androgyny of shapes, the silk of fish, the tip of germs or the assumption of coroles. Jacques Beun deceives us without betraying anything he sees. His eye is made of glass and water is his sixth sense.
These forms are abstract. The thorns are musical features. The petals stick out their tongues. Sex is summoned by a flower that is not carnivorous. The traces of water make whoever sees them sweat. The icy frost of the lawns gives the screen the folds of a dream. Photographing a dream is therefore possible! It is a photographer, Jacques Beun, who tells us that photography can fall out of his eyes. We understand him, we, lovers of forms, voyeurs of infinity, readers of the sacred in the ordinary of steps. Let us admit that we are taken by this subjectivating, de-realizing, desiring form.
Behind the gaze, another appears. The ice game is childish as the Japanese screen unfolds. Excuse me, the picture rails of the Orangerie du Thabor in Rennes en Ille & Vilaine. The hooks become unexpected features, an expectation of paintings. Jacques Beun says of the world what the world did not (necessarily) mean.
This photo, let's call it that more for convenience than convention, pushes us to an inner journey, each for himself, this being said in the sense that each one speaks to himself. Feel your pulse as you pass by. The certainty of doubt is what the gardener in the straw hat shows us as he turns his back. The summer of greenhouses denies seasonality, temporality or geolocation: Jacques Beun's Asia is rennaise and his eye borders the Arctic! Lewis Carroll passes to the other side of the mirror.
Jacques Beun looks through its two faces: glass lined with water. Alveolated with sèves. The abstract image that we see and of which we are sure and certain that he saw it, none other than him and the gardener for having given birth to it! Jacques Beun does not show what he shows, he gives form to a vision." - Gilles Cervera
To be seen: Jacques Beun presents his photographic work on France 3