Veronika Breuer was born to an Austrian father and a Hungarian mother. She grew up in a bilingual world, surrounded by a flock of siblings. This seems to have conferred a certain permeability onto her, an individuality that manifests itself softly, in a seemingly fragile manner which I would like to describe as a cautious resistance: open but firm. Her photographs are atmospheric, dominated by dark blues, greens or reds. Their poetic value seems to spring from a brittle texture reminding us of mist or the tender flesh of certain leaves. They have the body of curtains, loaves of bread, cheese, wood or soil.

Hans Theys, Montagne de Miel, 22 June 2025

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