Isabelle Martin

La Maison de carton

Isabelle Martin

"I had not only to pose before Chrismas crib like most children; I also posed before cottages, dolls houses, music box houses, lamp houses, cake houses, money-box houses and China-houses." In the same house a mother wonders if she will eventually have a place of her own ; a daughter sticks to her little world ; a father is satisfied with building sand castles. But will they dare to leave?

Tu as loué une voiture pour pleurer: crying in our cars

Isabelle Martin

Justine Junius

Sometimes you cry in other peoples’ homes. You ring up and say: I don’t want them to hear, I don’t want them to see me. Can you give me the keys to your place? In return you clean up, you vacuum a little or you leave a few choco- lates on the kitchen table. You have several sets of keys, several places to cry and bags full of gifts to leave there.

Ne plus aimer la neige

Isabelle Martin

The vacuum... or the story of a woman who no longer loves all that she loved before. However, people around her still love. She sees them loving, she hears them loving and that gives her a headache.

Mais supposez...

Isabelle Martin

short film.

Je danse devant toi toujours

Isabelle Martin

"Je danse devant toi..." or the ceremony of farewell. Leaving the other person is also a little like saying goodbye to oneself. Isabelle Martin sends this letter in the form of a visual poem to a lost soul mate and dances on "until [her] socks wear out".

Toute grande toute seule

Isabelle Martin

They want a great man. They talk about it, about him, about the one they're looking for. And I don't tell them everything you're not, and I drink to stop looking for the man they're looking for.