Fury by Marie Quéau
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To keep control when everything accelerates is to realize how thin control can be.
The body tightens, the breath shortens, the mind looks for a grip.
Between maîtrise and lâcher-prise, we rehearse balance inside instability.
And we ask what, in the end, still holds.
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Fury is the title of the work and the book by Marie Quéau. The series follows bodies confronted with extreme states: stunt performers thrown through windows again and again, actors in trance in motion-capture studios, freedivers in static immersion on the edge of drift, people letting rage loose in a fury room. Quéau stays with the moment of tipping—when the body wavers, when the mind hesitates, when the line between performance and pain starts to blur.
Built from meticulous research, gathered images, notes, and encounters, Fury traces these sites where bodies are pushed into extreme conditions, and from the real creates a parallel world: cold and heat, wet and dry. Falling. Diving. Taking the hit. Starting over. Everything begins with impact, with the training of thresholds—learning to fall, to “die” on cue, to smash on command, to hold a breath until the edge.
The work moves in that troubled zone where simulation presses so close to reality that the false seems to bleed. Quéau’s images hold a tension: documentary in their precision, yet charged—almost feverish—in their rendering. Tight frames, contrasts that sweat, artificial colors that recall the burn of screens: each image feels like it could crack under pressure. What emerges is a choreography of control, an obsession with risk made manageable—until control itself starts to look like another form of surrender.
The title Fury comes from Alien 3 and the prison planet “Fury 161,” a world Quéau imagined early on for the figures she photographed, driven by extreme forces; she kept the word for the energy it carries. The Furies also echo the persecuting divinities of Roman mythology, present on funerary steles—figures of threshold. And if these confrontations with our limits—when body and spirit hover between maîtrise and abandon—revealed what binds us most intensely?