« One doesn’t photograph what one sees but what one feels ».
Vague oulines, haze that resounds like an echo, which we recognise like the trace of a dream that we have already dreamt.
A vision near to hallucination, bordering on the unconscious revelation of an obvious clearness or shade which is always deeper or more fragile.
Everything is concentrated in a secondary abandonment where graciousness and intimacy come together in a gesture suspended in the flight of time.