Among the hostile rocks, the snow and the ice, barely inclined to welcome life, there is a body without identity, totally naked and deprived.
Will he succeed to merge in this set, in this infinity of accidents? Will he know how to be similar to the animal that reigns on its own territory?
This desperate attempt to transform this being into a body, for it to be accepted or re-accepted by a matrix completely foreign to the human substance, is very moving.
This is when he is nothing but a species, a man from thousands of years ago, forced to know himself and to adapt himself to the outside conditions which are nothing but threats. (...)
Ruben Brulat live here and there and is 24 years old.
He loves that skin, the earths skin,
and what he loves even more is to get skin to skin with her,
or ask fellows to do so.
For Brulat, photography is about capturing humanity expressing convictions– as was evidenced in Immaculate and Primates, his series of images of a business area and the relationship between Human beings and their environment by day and by night, using his naked body to create those powerful scene. Brulat says “I want to understand why people, groups and societies behave the way they do.”
“What shocked me with Immaculate was that this neighborhood lived just for a system, and when at night the system stops, when there is no need to activate it, it simply dies, a system created by Humans, sustained by Humans leave absolutely no love, no happiness, no sadness. No place to any kind of living.
I am fascinated by places where the beauty of Human beings has gone.”
It makes sense then that Brulat focused his attentions on a series of photographs about the Human in the environment, depicting ‘the vulnerability and the smallness of our species.’ Showing a small figure facing the threats of an hostile environment. In ten years time, he hopes to have brought both happiness and sadness to people via his work, but most of all hopes that not all his expectations will come to fruition.
‘Otherwise, in a way, it will be really boring!’ And that’s one adjective we would not associate with Brulat.”