
Frank Beauvais
2021Je flotterai sans envie
Frank Beauvais
Arno Kononow
"Je flotterai sans envie" (I'll Be Floating Without Any Desire) is the third in a series of works about Arno, a twenty-year-old who I met in June 2006 and with whom I fell in love. My feelings not being reciprocated, I suggested that he participate in a project that would allow me to see him on a daily basis. "Vosges", a five-minute short film, focused, in a one-scene shot of a young man walking with his back to us through a forest, on the notion of desire and how to capture it. "Compilation, 12 instants d'amour non partagé" (Compilation, 12 Moments of Unshared Love) is like an attempt at communication and seduction through listening to songs, and questions the amorous gesture and its impact. In the third part, I wish to confront the crystallization with which I've experimented, its effect on my gaze, during Arno's many absences, to confront his words, sense his perception of an entire summer spent being in the shoes of someone who refuses the love of another.
Je flotterai sans envie
Et il devint montagne
Sarah Leonor
Laetitia Dosch, Frank Beauvais
Lucien, in his forties, decides to leave everything behind so as to go and live in the woods. Deep in the heart of a vast mountain forest, solitude slowly reconciles with life and reinforces him. One day Laura, a friend, turns up on his doorstep and attempts to make him return to his former life.
Et il devint montagne
Le Soleil et la Mort voyagent ensemble
Frank Beauvais
"There are no more colors, leaves, or gazes. Everything has been engulfed by an enormous catastrophe. Everything is done for. There's nothing left in the middle of this destroyed universe except for this place where, in a heap, we find relief. Everything is empty and dead." Georges Hyvernaud: Skin and Bones.
Le Soleil et la Mort voyagent ensemble
Compilation, 12 instants d'amour non partagé
Frank Beauvais
Arno Kononow
Last June, I encountered Arno, a twenty-year-old man, with whom I immediately fell in love. To be sure that I’d see him, although he didn’t share my feelings, I proposed that we work together on a project that became "Compilation, 12 instants d’amour non partagé". Through summer, from June 21 to September 21, I asked him to come to my house daily to listen to music. This music would become the only dialog between us. It would be the commentary of the evolution of my feelings for him, would drive him into a corner, caress and take him by surprise.
Compilation, 12 instants d'amour non partagé
Ne croyez surtout pas que je hurle
Frank Beauvais
Frank Beauvais
January 2016. The love story that brought me to this village in Alsace where I live ended six months ago. At 45, I am now alone, without a car, a job or any real prospects, surrounded by luxuriant nature, the proximity of which is not enough to calm the deep distress into which I am plunged. I am lost and I watch four to five films a day. I decide to record this stagnation, not by picking up a camera but by editing shots from the stream of films I watch.
Just Don't Think I'll Scream