Abstract nominee

Marks of life left behind like shifting traces on particles of colour,
immortalised like the ghosts of old Pompeii,
held in time to guard against the oblivion that awaits us all.
Like melody without music, we let ourselves dream, led by our emotions.
But we exist only for a moment, in the space of our memory,
before disappearing into the depths of time.
In this series the image staves off oblivion, holding on to the starlight for a few extra moments as it glimmers in the passing night.
With a strange beauty we appear and disappear, a second, a moment, a lifetime, and then the void that so fills our deluded hearts. We are born to disappear, we live to be forgotten, the game of life and death; no fire without ice, no white without black.
Hope is what drives our lives, short they may be, but so vivid;
Freed from the weight of our stupidity we can look ahead, to our inevitable end.

Time is not immobile and the subjects do not seem fixed. We will not be surprised to see them prolong their action. On the contrary, time passes by slowly, life passes in front of our eyes as in a film to better move us deeply. Riego van Wersch points his finger towards these beings, benumbed by their everyday life and resigned to their condition.
This is it indeed, a poignant racking evidence making us unsteady in front of these snapshots: The inevitable solitude of man.
With the same urge, where poetry meets cynicism, served by an extremely controlled graphic design, the tough acuity of his gaze shows us what he perceives best of our human condition. These photographs are not intellectual. They rather represent feelings.
Riego van Wersch, lives in Paris. He tackles photography precociously at the age of 11 in an autodidactic way. Amnesty International Riego Van Wersch exhibits his work at the age of 17 at Auvers sur Oise, France.
Graduate of the Gobelins, photography section, at 24, he becomes Director of Photography, an sign the picture of the international advertising campaigns.