This imaginary interior forest, always nocturnal and moving, disturbing, I walk there in my dreams, with difficulty. Large iridescent trees. When I wake up, I don’t see it anymore. But it impregnates me. And I still don’t know how to free myself from it. So I try to photograph it, to find it behind the appearances of reality that I cross.
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.