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I tell stories from my personal domain that are specific, yet universal. Most of my work is process based and interdisciplinary – from concept and discussions, to production and execution. It crosses the lines of performance, film, photography and installation. I return to similar subjects, but narrate them in different ways — site, rite, time, memory, identity, gender and origin — seeking to peel of layers of existence.

I seek to touch upon fragile and visceral aspects of life — whether it is film or a still photograph. I approach this with a sense of expanded time, allowing the viewer to contemplate a deeper meaning buried within the language of a world that resides between dream and reality — a realm of images, sounds and memories. Within this lyrical world I tell stories without the necessity of an obvious narrative, creating fragmented tales that function as a catalyst for the viewer’s personal fantasies — an open door into one’s own self discovery.

 
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In 2002 my relationship was slowly falling apart. While trying to save our relationship it became obvious the break had become inevitable. As a way of documenting our last days together, I started making one photograph every night. The camera shutter was left opened for 3 to 8 hours every night in front of our bed in a darkened bedroom, and as the beginning morning light arrived the exposure was interrupted. It is a private journal, documenting time and memory, where present meets past.  

 
...when love and companionship encounters longing and disconnection
Florence Montmare took that experience and turned it on its head ... incredibly beautiful and, dare we say it, quite poignant.
— TimeOut New York
 
A multi-sensory experience of the relationship and its demise
— New York Post
A view from the foot of her bed, the most intimate of place you can find suddenly becomes universal
— Posture Magazine
An enlightening exhibition about love and loss... inspired by impending heart break... anyone who has experienced it just want to move on, but you were documenting it!
— Contessa Brewer, NBC
 

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Before my father passed away he said “One day you will realize where you belong, and you will go home.” This is about that journey
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Growing up in Sweden, I often felt torn between cultures: Sweden, Greece and Austria (where I was born). My father left early to start a new life in his native Greece. In 2007 he passed away in cancer, leaving behind some property on the island of Crete. Division of land between people is a premise for conflict. While the two brothers inherited houses and land, being a woman, I was given the least value — half of an olive grove up in the hills. Could I live in what had been given to me, in what had come to symbolize my roots and origin?

As an experiment I traveled to Crete to spend time in the grove and to explore my personal history. Essentially a diary — grove is an investigation of time, and deals with the physicality, surface and ambiguities of the imaginary and material world.  A metaphor for impermanence; my body asleep in the hammock, dissolves and re-materializes through night-long exposures.

 
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