Twenty three years later, a light and leaves after the rain return, innumerable, calling for the inscription of their trace. The constellation of images has become immense, and the images have become numbers. It is a revolution because a cycle begins again, after a journey through the other end of space and time. Everything is different though, and we start again.
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.