LIFE BEGINS AT THE END OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE Photograph

Zineb Andress Arraki was born on February 4, 1984 in Casablanca, Morocco. She grew up in Casablanca before studying architecture in Paris. At l'Ecole Spéciale d'Architecture, she met her mentor and professor, Lionel Lemire, who introduced her "to the observation of irregularities in the World," she said. This encounter was the beginning of an inquest that would refine her position in the world she lives in. Her thesis "Et si le noir fabriquait l'architecture? "(What would happen if blacks practiced architecture?) is the genesis of her overall approach. In it she defines her own frames of reference. Mobilogy, questioning the usual is a daily experience. Using her BlackBerry and Facebook, she has been posting a triptych every day since 2008; as if she is telling a story in three pictures. This original approach is intended to question the usual, the trivial, the everyday. To incite curiousity. As for Zineb Andress Arraki's traditional photographs, they are born from her life encounters, from the situations that she must face. She invents her own rules to share her feelings, shaping her approach and determining her uniqueness. Her work combines architecture, photography, sculpture and video. "Zineb Andress Arraki est une fetichiste de la vie, elle aime les parties pour le tout. Elle fabrique son plaisir comme un exercice. Chaque fois trois repetitions du meme exercice. Eprouver, ressentir, Voir avec acuite. Son BlackBerry en garde la trace. Ce travail n'est pas de l'ordre de la pensee ou du discours mais de l'instinct et du frisson. Elle porte un regard passionne sur les irregularitees de la peau du monde." L. Lemire C'est une tumeur dirait elle. C'est un art diraient certains. C'est une folie diraient d'autres. Andress s'est greffee a  Zineb Arraki. Et se contente de traverser la realite avec interet. Consciente d'etre en vie elle ne pratique ni art ni symphonie. C'est a  la rigueur de la trinite qu'elle se soumet. Un geste journalier. 3 Fois. 3 Photos. 3 Moments. Denues de reflexion. Guidees par l'emotion. "It's a tumour," she would say. "It's art," others would say. "It's madness", yet others would say. Andress was grafted onto Zineb Arraki. She is content simply to travel inquisitively through reality. Conscious of being alive, she practices neither art nor symphony. If need be, it is to the trinity that she submits. A daily ritual. 3 Times. 3 Photos. 3 Moments. Devoid of thought. Driven by feeling.