SELF-ANALYSIS I went through my life in a glass bubble. I left hanging words in the wind reflected images in a pool of water. […]…

“…It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness Oh, this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of the angel […]…

[ put your clothes on – se couvrir ] is part of a project of human narratives. The glass box in which the protagonist […]…

“I’m a bit claustrophobic, I know that now.” David Hockney Concept Photographies as fractions of thinking Technic Frames Colour The colour is obtained exclusively […]…

For a year I lived in an old House and I fell in love with the Opposite House. I looked at the lighted windows in the night. At a…

There is a moment when tranquillity becomes more than lack of tension; when the gesture finds stability, the pupil lets the last residue go. It is a rebirth, or even…