Dense and complete work of an eager and curious man, of a photographer engaged, I had posed the world on the table, was published during a retrospective exhibition in Reims, shortly before his disappearance. It's both a travel diary and a diary. Photographer of the moment, he captures the poetry of a snowy landscape like the tragedy of Kosovo refugees in Albania.
Man anchored in the present, sensitive to the world, his gaze is benevolent and without judgement, and his images are timeless. He knows how to grab the details that say everything, the looks of the simple people or the helpless, their silences.
His photographs in black and white with powerful contrasts, often taken in the medium format, move far beyond their perfect composition or the beauty of their blurs. Rarely has a photographer known so well about men, their history, landscapes, their geography, and little things of their daily lives.
His portraits, including the greatest artists of our time, writers, painters, musicians, are sublimely delicate.
What if Gérard Rondeau was, for ever, this tree with a massive trunk, well anchored to the ground, which he photographed in the Marne...