« The images of David Ledoux are as deceptive as the strange calm they want us to believe in. Before you approach, notice that watching the images of David Ledoux requires a special mental exercise.
Where you will see painting, it is photography that may need to be looked at; and where you will think of photography, it is sculpture that you will perceive; where you will believe to read the result of a process proper to sculpture, it will be gestures and the flow of time, a performance, you will guess. Where you will seek light, it is to a fire that you will burn yourself.
To start, forget everything you know about computer generated imagery. Here, no Photoshop, no 3D modeling. David Ledoux is an artist who operates exclusively using classical and craft techniques. It begins with drawing, simple lines that generate shapes. He continues by the patient cutting of multiple layers and stencils, opaque and transparent, sometimes colored, sometimes treated with sophisticated effects of matter. The stencils are arranged in frames that let you guess the promise of an image. Then, there are the sequences of exposure of the light-sensitive film through the frames, one by one, in a very specific order and for a duration that is equally so. And there, David Ledoux doesn’t only count the seconds; No, he seizes a torch (electric or inflamed, according to the mood and the surrounding inflammability) and agitates it sharply here, draws shapes there. That’s it, everything is now on the film that remains obstinately silent at the end of this strange ceremony.
And the artist is waiting only for the development of the negative to verify that the image appears speaks, moves, that it aligns with the image that he alone perceived.
But then, you will ask me why a photographer such as David Ledoux does not just make photographs of the real that he has under his eyes, why does he produce these objects «photographs-paintings-sculptures- performances» ? Is the photographic practice not sufficient or satisfactory? The question does not necessarily have to be answered. But no doubt it is the reality which is neither sufficient nor satisfactory for him. Then, better to set it on fire. »
Extract of the text Flamber les secondes by Laurence Perrillat