• SEBASTIEN REUZE - INDIAN SPRING
  • SEBASTIEN REUZE - INDIAN SPRING
  • SEBASTIEN REUZE - INDIAN SPRING
  • SEBASTIEN REUZE - INDIAN SPRING

    SEBASTIEN REUZE - INDIAN SPRING

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    SEBASTIEN REUZE
    INDIAN SPRING

    Published by APE, 2021
    Book size 24 × 30.5 cm
    Pages 32 p, ills color, stapled
    Design and editing: Sébastien Reuzé & Aline Melaet
    ISBN 789493146754


    'Indian Springs', shot between 2012 and 2013, por-trays the photographic fiction during a day in the life of a drone pilot.
    “At night I cut across the sandy terrain. With two hands on the steering wheel, the car shoots towards the interstate to Indian Springs, where I pilot military drones. Grainy pixels spread all over the screen. Day and dreams get blurred, and I ask myself again, as I've done for always, whether I'm living in a dream or in reality. (…) Coffee machine, everyday gestures, settling into a leather armchair: vertical joystick, multiple screens console. The game starts, virtual reality—the grid on the screens grows larger and I venture down into the midst of the colored points, headed towards the convulsing horizon in the distance. Soon enough, I'm surrounded only by gridlines, I'm entirely inside it. I feel good. Every day I experience the same surprise at the first contact with the imperceptible of virtual matter. From my fixed position I'm invisible, unassailable, I dominate in close-up a vast territory. (…)”

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    'Indian Springs', taken between 2012 and 2013, depicts the photographic fiction of a day in the life of a drone pilot.
    “At night, I cut through the sandy terrain. Both hands on the wheel, the car speeds toward the interstate to Indian Springs, where I pilot military drones. Grainy pixels spread across the entire screen. Day and dreams blur, and I wonder again, as I always have, whether I am living in a dream or in reality. (…) Coffee machine, everyday gestures, settling into a leather armchair: vertical joystick, multi-screen console. The game starts, virtual reality, the grid of screens expands and I venture among the colored dots, heading toward the convulsive horizon in the distance. Soon, I am surrounded only by grid lines, I am entirely inside. I feel good. Every day I experience the same surprise at first contact with the imperceptible of virtual matter. From my fixed position, I am invisible, unassailable, I dominate a vast territory from up close. (…)”