Bénédicte Alloing

A naked man, his body covered with bruises, is running in the woods. He stops suddenly: who is this mysterious woman calling for help? And who are these men who are trying to shoot him?

We are the models. We hold the pose to be depicted, for our bodies to originate images and works of art. Naked, we outstandingly catch the eye. We freeze to be observed for a long time and to be meticulously examined. And yet, we always vanish.