“Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico and Utah, California and Nevada. I wanted to immerse myself in these immense and deserted territories, these mythical places that make up the American West. The landscapes offer a range of mineral works created by relentless erosion, from imposing monoliths to mounds of pink sandstone, to ancient petrified dunes, to arches of infinite shapes and the narrow fissures of the canyons. How not to think of Ansel Adams, Edward Weston, Robert Adams and, closer to me, Bernard Plossu, and their omnipresent legacies? Some places are engraved in our collective memory. The heat is oppressive, the light intense. Torpor awaits. Here I am in the desert of dust.” — Jean-Luc Boetsch

“I recognise places where I too must have wandered. I saw them differently. I loved them deeply, and I suspect him of having fallen in love with them as well. He does not make these images to please; he is driven by a passion for the desert.” — Bernard Plossu