Irène
Fragments d'une collection
Catalogue papier
176x250mm
24pages
Série limité à 100ex. - 100 copies limited edition
2019
Irène Senhadji née à Ritzing en Moselle le 13 octobre 1925, est décédée à Saint-Quirin le 21 octobre 2014. Elle était ma grand-mère.
Il y a peu mon père m’a transmis un ensemble de documents (lettres, timbres, estampes, photographies...) qui lui appartenaient. Je me suis plongé dans ce corpus et notamment dans la correspondance qu'elle a entretenue avec son premier amour, Raymond Blahay, mon grand-père. Je ne l’ai jamais connu, il est décédé à l’âge de 25 ans. C’est de Dieuze, sa petite ville de Lorraine où elle était institutrice qu’Irène écrivait à Raymond, étudiant à Joinville-le-Pont pour devenir professeur d’éducation physique.
Ces mots écrits à la plume m'ont procuré une grande émotion, une porte d’entrée dans leur intimité. J’ai découvert une jeune femme remplie d'amour, à la fois pleine d’angoisse et d’espérance.
Cette collection d’objets m’a livré un passé que je ne connaissais qu’à travers mes souvenirs d’enfance. Et a tissé un fil d’Ariane entre elle et moi.
---Irene Senhadji, born in Ritzing, Moselle, France on October 13, 1925, died in Saint-Quirin on October 21, 2014. She was my grandmother.Recently my father gave me a set of documents (letters, stamps, prints, photographs...) that belonged to her. I immersed myself in this corpus and especially in the correspondence she had with her first husband, Raymond Blahay, my grandfather. I never knew him, he died at the age of 25.
It’s from Dieuze, a small town in Lorraine, where she was a primary school teacher, Irene wrote to Raymond, student at Joinville-le-Pont to become a physical education teacher. These pen-written words gave me a great emotion, a gateway to their intimacy. I discovered a young woman filled with love, at once full of anguish and hope.This collection of objects revealed to me a past i only knew through my childhood memories. And wove an Ariadne’s thread between her and me.
---Irene Senhadji, born in Ritzing, Moselle, France on October 13, 1925, died in Saint-Quirin on October 21, 2014. She was my grandmother.Recently my father gave me a set of documents (letters, stamps, prints, photographs...) that belonged to her. I immersed myself in this corpus and especially in the correspondence she had with her first husband, Raymond Blahay, my grandfather. I never knew him, he died at the age of 25.
It’s from Dieuze, a small town in Lorraine, where she was a primary school teacher, Irene wrote to Raymond, student at Joinville-le-Pont to become a physical education teacher. These pen-written words gave me a great emotion, a gateway to their intimacy. I discovered a young woman filled with love, at once full of anguish and hope.This collection of objects revealed to me a past i only knew through my childhood memories. And wove an Ariadne’s thread between her and me.