Being: I am in, I found you
I became who I was afraid of becoming. A being with a social form as its only identity. And the worst thing for the one I was is that he did rather well.
40 years ago I was doing photography then for more than 20 years I stopped.
I traveled and led a professional career as a sociologist, leaving the photography boxes in the storage room;
Two years ago my father often came back to my memory, but I was unable to put an image of my mother. And it was just as impossible for me to access the photograph boxes.
The Triptych: Mother, Father, Being. was born… the image of my father disappeared…
