Abstract nominee

In automn, wilted flowers, wooden branch and leafs on the ground, a raw material to create a pareidolic surreality transporting us to ancient realm beyond the mirrors...

I come from the world of writing; words were my first passion. Not stories, essays or poetry but the words themselves. The words with the particular power and magic they carry when placed in a context where their multiple meanings can coexist at the same time.

Then one day I realized that I had spent enough time writing and wanted to discover other things. I understood through photography that there was a larger kind of writing, out there, in my own garden, and that I could marvel as much at a piece of wood, or a little flower as I did at words. Again, everything was a question of context...