Photography is not a tool of representation for Alice ODILON. It is a vital act, a trick, a form of escape.
She never sought to show — only to survive what was expected of her.
Her work was born from a radical refusal: refusal of fixed images, imposed narratives, and social legibility.
She was shaped by women who wrote at the edges of language: Cixous, Irigaray, Kristeva, Pujade-Renaud. But also by thinkers of withdrawal, poets of the fracture: Michaux, Maertens.
What interests her is not the image, but what remains when it fades.
