Jean Villemin

We dive into the past of the memory of an event that continues until today and whose atoms still impress the whole landscape...

Electricians and electronics workers, pharmacists, textile and printing workers, painters and photographers, light workers, theatre, cinema and television workers, as well as the trades of sorting in food, are all jobs forbidden to daltonians; army, navy, transportation... Transgressing the prohibition, going to the botanical garden and having friends were the additional conditions necessary for the realization of the blue bean.

Metti Franzen was born in 1927 in Rumelange, Grand Duchy of Luxembourg. Former iron miner in the galleries of the Walert mine, he is one of the last witnesses of underground mining work in the Grand Duchy. The Walert Mine ceased operations on 31 December 1963 and was converted into a museum in 1973. Metti Franzen contributed, along with others, to the foundation of what is now the National Museum of Iron Mines. He was then and for more than thirty years an attentive and passionate guide of the MNM.

I talk to Patrick, a photographer. We talk about his photos, the circumstances in which they were taken. I also invite people to comment on them. Everyone. e develops a point of view in which personal experience is mixed, between image analysis and sensitive reaction. A word is built that opens the meaning of the images viewed. Watch those who look to get closer to the nature... human.

Reverie on an annual collective celebration at the winter solstice. Bacchanals lead to rounds and races through the city before the winter night.

The poetic is based on the landscape and the illusion that between Lazio and Minettland, in Luxembourg, a symmetry would exist! The geography thus described is worthless because it is something else than the image superimposition, it is about destiny and path.

An implacable Genesis closes all horizon: there is no paradise on earth. man must earn his bread by the sweat of his work. History in which we discover that the garden of delights is for ever! At the end, "Die Capelle", Robert Schuman’s canon on the poem by Ludwig Uhland, closes all earthly hope: "Up there we lead to earth those who were rejoicing in the valley, little shepherd, for you too one day will be sung "

Memory like photographic images...