Sandrine Hermand-Grisel
Photographer
Photographer
On the Road
2006 - 2010
When I first moved to the United States, I spent a lot of time exploring. This vast country was so different from my native France and especially the urban setting of Paris, my hometown. Here there were miles and miles with nothing but a long, paved road disappearing in barren mountains or ending at the ocean where sometimes these same mountains just dropped down to the water or the land would open, flat and wide, and there beyond the dunes, the water would wait. I also noted other things that were foreign, like a church in a trailer of a semi-truck, desert lakes full of life in a seemingly desolate landscape, and graveyards of discarded cars piled as high as the hills. I'd often stare at these scenes and feel extraordinarily far away from home. Other times, the warm pink of the sunset on the rocky soil and the dramatically carved mountains would make me feel welcome, even when there seemed to be no other living thing in sight...except the rare and beautiful Joshua Tree. These road trips and the constant photographing of the land flashing before my eyes has never grown old and is something I am continuing on a different coast with a contrasting landscape.
2006 - 2010
When I first moved to the United States, I spent a lot of time exploring. This vast country was so different from my native France and especially the urban setting of Paris, my hometown. Here there were miles and miles with nothing but a long, paved road disappearing in barren mountains or ending at the ocean where sometimes these same mountains just dropped down to the water or the land would open, flat and wide, and there beyond the dunes, the water would wait. I also noted other things that were foreign, like a church in a trailer of a semi-truck, desert lakes full of life in a seemingly desolate landscape, and graveyards of discarded cars piled as high as the hills. I'd often stare at these scenes and feel extraordinarily far away from home. Other times, the warm pink of the sunset on the rocky soil and the dramatically carved mountains would make me feel welcome, even when there seemed to be no other living thing in sight...except the rare and beautiful Joshua Tree. These road trips and the constant photographing of the land flashing before my eyes has never grown old and is something I am continuing on a different coast with a contrasting landscape.
On the Road
2006 - 2010
When I first moved to the United States, I spent a lot of time exploring. This vast country was so different from my native France and especially the urban setting of Paris, my hometown. Here there were miles and miles with nothing but a long, paved road disappearing in barren mountains or ending at the ocean where sometimes these same mountains just dropped down to the water or the land would open, flat and wide, and there beyond the dunes, the water would wait. I also noted other things that were foreign, like a church in a trailer of a semi-truck, desert lakes full of life in a seemingly desolate landscape, and graveyards of discarded cars piled as high as the hills. I'd often stare at these scenes and feel extraordinarily far away from home. Other times, the warm pink of the sunset on the rocky soil and the dramatically carved mountains would make me feel welcome, even when there seemed to be no other living thing in sight...except the rare and beautiful Joshua Tree. These road trips and the constant photographing of the land flashing before my eyes has never grown old and is something I am continuing on a different coast with a contrasting landscape.
2006 - 2010
When I first moved to the United States, I spent a lot of time exploring. This vast country was so different from my native France and especially the urban setting of Paris, my hometown. Here there were miles and miles with nothing but a long, paved road disappearing in barren mountains or ending at the ocean where sometimes these same mountains just dropped down to the water or the land would open, flat and wide, and there beyond the dunes, the water would wait. I also noted other things that were foreign, like a church in a trailer of a semi-truck, desert lakes full of life in a seemingly desolate landscape, and graveyards of discarded cars piled as high as the hills. I'd often stare at these scenes and feel extraordinarily far away from home. Other times, the warm pink of the sunset on the rocky soil and the dramatically carved mountains would make me feel welcome, even when there seemed to be no other living thing in sight...except the rare and beautiful Joshua Tree. These road trips and the constant photographing of the land flashing before my eyes has never grown old and is something I am continuing on a different coast with a contrasting landscape.
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