A roll of 35mm film after it rained in the street in front of my home in 1998, recording dead leaves on its sensitive surface, using a Minolta camera and a 50mm lens. These dead leaves seem to be inscribed in the human world, on their asphalt, which is like the common skin of this world.
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.