DO YOU SEE YOUR FACE?

Images of my book Do You See Your Face? made in memory of Marcy Williams and Kid Chocolate. This publication was generously supported by Leica.

I love the layout and I wish the man who did the layout and edit of the book could still be alive. The exhibtion in Lyon was wonderful, with beautiful people.

Martine Barrat : la photographe généreuse dont les images reflètent l’humanité - et la dignité qu’elle perçoit dans chaque être humain. - Howard Chapnick Auteur du livre “The Truth Needs No Ally”

Comme on demandait à Charlie Parker quelle était sa religion, il répondit: “Je suis un fervent musicien.” Martine Barrat, elle, est une fervente photographe. Chaque image a son rythme propre, sa texture, son contrepoint. Observez la jeune fille assiste sur les marches d’un perron de Harlem et dont on ne voit pas le visage, seulement les bras, les jambes, le torse. Elle tient ses jambes serrées l’une contre l’autre, ponctuées par le laçage sévère des bottes noires. Les poignets et les mains sont gainés de bracelets et de bagues, un foulard la drape de la taille jusqu’à mi-cuisse. Elle a choisi d’accéder à l’immuable par l’esthétisme. Elle invite la photographe à collaborer dans sa volonté d’être une sculpture vivante. Observez M. Herman Clark et M. Eric Williams. Tous deux ont été marins ensemble et se retrouvent maintenant pour aux dominos. Sévérité de leurs visages, inévitables plis des rides, si qu’égaient les figures des dominos, la casquette à carreaux, la veste saise et le manteau pied de poule. Observez maintenant les mains de la nonagénaire Clara Chaplin. Elle raient tenir un éventail, elles sont si géométrique ridées, posée soigneusement sur ses genoux, contre l’imprimé fleuri de sa robe. Et la fois nature morte et être vivant. Enfin, observez les expressions de ces visages : aux aguets, sereins coliques, empreints de coquetterie ou encore philosophes. Certains repliés sur eux-mêmes, d’autres s’offrent à l’objectif, quand ils ne pas subtilement ce qu’ils doivent révéler - ou laisser dans l’ombre. Martine Barrat est un férvente de la photographie. Regardez, il n’y d’autre à dire. Pour elle, la composition est explication. - Margo Jefferson, Critique au New York Times

Martine Barrat - the compassionate photographer whose photographs reflect her humanity and the dignity she sees in all being. - Howard Chapnick, Author of “Truth Needs No Ally”

Someone once asked Charlie Parker what his religion was. He answered “I’m a devout musician.” And Martine Barrat is a devout photographer. Each picture has an inviolable rhythm, texture, and counter-point. Observe the young girl sitting on a stoop in Harlem. You do not see her face, you see her arms, legs, and torso. Her legs are pressed together and held just so, punctuated by severely laced black boots. Her wrists and hands are sheathed in bracelets and rings, and a scarf is draped and folded around her waist and upper thighs. She has chosen to give herself aesthetic permanence. She has invited the photographer to collaborate in making her a piece of living sculpture. Observe Mr. Herman Clark and Mr. Eric Williams, who were seamen together years ago and now meet to play dominoes. The stern but just folds of their faces : the stern but satisfying patterns of the dominoes, the checked cap, the plaid jacket and the houndstooth coat. And observe the hands of the 93-year-old Clara Chaplin : she could be holding a fan, they are so geometrically lines and so carefully placed in her lap against the soft, floral quilting of her dress. She is both a still life and a human life. And finally, watch the faces. There are so many moods and frames of mind : watchful, severe, mournful, flirtatious, philosophical. Some people are wholly caught up in themselves, some are giving themselves over to the camera, some are subtly negotiating between what to reveal and what to conceal. Martine Barrat is a devout photographer. You must look, because more needs to be said. The explanation is in the composition. - Margo Jefferson, Critic at the New York Times

Note written to me by Ornette Coleman that inspired the book title