Being on the edge of the mountain gives me a feeling of dizziness, mixed feelings of distance and poetry. Gigantic, enclaving, oppressive but majestic and spiritual, this environment is a universe difficult to grasp and appropriate. Blur. So approaching the mountain, the forest, decor of an open-air theater in which the child moves foward. At the edge of reality, he goes via roads, those of this mental landscape maze of mind, mirror of thoughts. The only limit is the imagination. Then the force of the nature gives it fullness, an anchor.
At the edge of you is the intimate territory of a geographical space, because behind a reality is hiden another one, more subitle, sweeter. This work is entirely made in silver technique, with little Holga toy that brings this link on the wire. Overlays are made directly during the shooting. The nature and child’s portraits are taken with a Polaroid revealing a moment, developing a memory.
