Lotus flower and danang leaf, celeriac and eggplant, trumpet of death and chanterelle, artichoke and thistles, melon and volubilis, orchid and grape, all rub shoulders with the naked beauty of the lines of a breast, a back, a neck, a mouth. Their purified mystery is like that of the celestial bodies that watch, in the infinite, and to which they resemble so much.
These associations are born of a formal research as well as poetic. The universe of Jean-Baptiste Huynh is a tribute to this nature so close to us that we forget it. His photography is fleshy and his materials are silky, playing with light and shadow. They are marvels of softness and elegance. Timeless.
Texts by Siri Hustvedt, Emanuel Ungaro, Henry-Claude Cousseau, Antonio Damasio and Jean-Baptiste Huynh