With Black Line, William Farges get away from his bodily transformations to turn to more melancholic portraits made with reversible film and a view camera. Hands pile up being protective or aggressive in turn. The spirit expresses itself through them, the hands embodying its whims and variantions. They cling, arise and caress, they hide or free, they are heavy or light. These people, like apparitions, seem lonely, out of their darkness by the light both sweet and dramatic. Yet they are present here, silently entwined with those hands. The boundaries skillfully drawn by photographer are hanging in the balance : the silence is speaking, caresses are violent, and the black line is the testimony. Black Line offers a contemplative escape, where the spoken history keeps quiet, giving way to the suggestion gestures.
