Deserted landscapes. Empty streets. Anonymous male silhouettes.
A sense of after (or before), of end (or in between), circulates through the images of Pauline Alioua. As if somewhere had become nowhere.
What happened? Did someone disappear?
Pauline Alioua photographs what seems to be left for the eye to see once the unseeable has been lived. Even when ghosts have deserted the place. A nowhere place because resembling no place known, despite its happening on a beach, on a train, in the sea, the streets, at night, during daytime.
Nowhere everywhere. A place only to be discovered out of one’s inner collapse. The disappearing of self, leading to the appearing of a world unveiled from its shadows. One of them being so-called love. Love known to be blind. Nowhere to be seen.