An air of confinement …
The short path that leads me from the house to the corner supermarket in these times of confinement, where you can get to purchase a bouquet of flowers, will allow me to do some photographic work. This work over this long time takes on an obsessive, distracting dimension. I place the vase, always in the same place, near the bedroom window where the veil curtain allows the light to enter in a uniform and soft way. In these times of confinement, the shooting is as rhythmic as our days.
A year of confinement is a long one. Very strange, flowers are used for everything. There is no language of flowers, which will know which one represents such and such an event… happy, or death…
Anne Franski – October 9, 2021
