To brush, in a gesture, in a second, the inclination of my life.
Brush by the sensitive surface in movements.
To compose with several together.
To find oneself far from me.
There, it is sometimes blurred.
I recognize myself.
Because of the mechanical nature of its technical function, photography is for me a matter of time rather than a visual matter : in its silver salts, or its pixels today, it is time which is captured, preserved, reinvented at every glance. Time of life, time of vision, time of poetry.