The In-Between

On the Evettes snow front in Flumet, a simple Algeco becomes a landscape. Beneath the colorful stripes of street artist LokS Can, it transforms into an open window onto the mountain, a bridge between two worlds. The metal fades under the impetus of a fresco where shadow and light clash and echo each other.
On one side, night. A deep sky, furrowed with stellar undulations, where the moon sculpts the peaks with a spectral halo. The blue intensifies, absorbing the shapes, dissolving the material. The mountain almost disappears, leaving only its luminous imprint. A space frozen in silence, where only the stars sculpt the relief.
On the other, the blaze of the sun. A dense, burning light clinging to the peaks and making the mountain pastures vibrate with golden flashes. Each mountainside becomes a prism, capturing shadows and diffracting them into an explosion of vivid colors. The grass, the rivers, the paths are imbued with unreal hues, transfigured by the intensity of the day. Two visions of the same landscape, where light shapes matter, where time oscillates between stillness and movement.
At each end, two telescopes stand. One turned toward the deep night, the other capturing the brightness of the day. They don't connect these landscapes: they capture them. Two invitations to see without merging, to choose one's perspective. What they reveal depends on who approaches them. An observatory of the living, a threshold between the visible and the inexpressible. Here, it is not man who scrutinizes the mountain, but the mountain that looks at us.
And then there is this cow. Tinted glasses, knotted scarf, confident posture. She imposes herself. Neither rustic icon nor alpine caricature, she reverses the roles. Behind her unfathomable lenses, she observes. A witness to the peaks, she knows what men forget. LokS Can establishes her as a guardian, a figure who defies the obvious and reminds us that the mountain belongs to those who live there, not to those who own it.
LokS Can's features slice through the light, fragment the colors, like a stained-glass window shattered in the open air. The Ageco becomes a prism, a field of forces where shadow and light confront each other without dissolving. What if seeing weren't simply looking, but learning to perceive what's happening between the lines? Between day and night, between man and animal, between reality and imagination.
Crédits texte : ©Be on the Crest.

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