Winter of 1973

I was close to him. I always was. It was like that, without explanation. I was seven years old and I would watch him shave. To do it, I had leaned against the wall, newt to the washbasin and I was facing him. (…)

Closed eyes Portraits

Everything started with a game. It was during a walk in the forest, my daughter and I were making a racket. I asked Louise to close her eyes and to count up to ten. Then, I took the picture.(…)

Saint-Riquier

Vegetal music whose lines are becoming emancipated to ferret around the marked out space of squares and to progress searching for liberation.Thinking about the bodies (…)