My intention was to use collages to tell stories. The collage has a strong power of suggestion because it partly hides things. After a few paper tests, I switched to digital to arrive at this series where there are, I think, more or less conscious cinematographic influences.
A second of inattention was enough. And the film reel stopped.
Space froze. Was this the sign of the end of the story?
Rather its beginning. According to the emotion that overwhelmed me
Wisps, shooting stars, dream of a moment, heroine of a day
In this frozen image, I invent you. Half hidden, I’m guessing you.
Suspended in your image, I carry without knowing it your sorrows, your worries,
I hear your tears, I imagine your sad passions
In the light, I decipher your threatened or disappeared happiness.
In this motionless puzzle, the icy sun consumes the traces of a past.