Lazare Lazarus lives and works in Marseille. He draws and films bodies that open up like windows onto bunches of burning garrigue, onto solar landscapes that spill over onto the hot concrete. He imagines pornographic and botanical universes populated by characters who mingle in the margins of cities where vegetation abounds, free territories where one exposes and mats oneself to become one with the landscape.
In his films, full of cistus, sperm and salt, in his herbarium-fantasms, in his vegetable dyes, Lazare tells us stories of desire and landscape. He mixes rigorous observations of the Marseilles worlds that surround him with a more intimate approach to queer sexuality.