Female youth is perhaps a tough topic to tackle as a male writer. How on earth could I ever come up with anything that can relate to the opposite sex? I am not sure if it is possible. However thinking about the sensation the photographs radiate from lines are crossed where it becomes a universal feeling - but not completely devoid of femininity. With the relatively ambiguous title, Le bateau ivre (the drunken boat), a host of possibilities open up as a means for interpretation. This is an aspect of critical, metaphorical debate that makes me somewhat uncomfortable from the position of the writer. How can my interpretations actually reflect the photographer's intentions? How can anyone really 'get' a project. Nether the less when taking into consideration this work, it seduces us with a warm charm. This visual bate draws in crowds from the outside of galleries and online presentation spaces. Its first contact with an audience is partly aesthetic bringing in the potential viewers with the seeping sensation of true feeling. Showing the rugged moments of life in the flattest, but mostly glamorous of ways. But further from that initial reaction the work has an underpinned theme that sprawls along the backs of women in very quiet places.
It is at this point where femininity and youth are impossible to ignore and escape. The pursuit to work your way through youth, life and eventual climatic experiences that reward our persistence is a very strong theme throughout the series. It avoids any popular formula, it avoids any cliches whatsoever. It feels like waking up at 4 and walking to a field, sleeping for a couple of hours and then waking up as the morning light enters the texture of our skin. The moistened air lifts condensation like liquid onto the tops of blades of grass. It feels like positivity. But with all these glorious moments of clarity, the series is constantly battling with the minds games as new experiences are born.
We see young women forming later features, holding themselves as women not girls...
see this is the part I knew might be uncomfortable to discuss from a male perspective.
... The characters that are depicted are not specific to personal stories, potential trauma and struggle. They do not state names, nor do they discuss individuals. They depict an overview of sadness and confusing tensions amongst young women.
Where this takes us I am not quite sure, but you get the feeling of embarking onto something in its early stages. The women are frail but strong. They become metaphors, almost, for the general sensations that human beings feel in their only life. Honing onto the feminine lifestyle. This is as far I will take this discussion on the premise of not knowing much more about feminine sensations and the complexities of growing up as a woman, nor would I pretend to know what and how women grow up. The point is made in Clémentine's depictions that depict a tenuous time, from the female perspective, holding her subjects with the up most respect. They are honest yet inquisitive and provide a strong sense of pride amongst young people at vulnerable times in their life.