Traces and Shadows
Footprints, bird paws, such as the science classes of our childhood written with chalk on black board.
Traces of waves forming valleys and mountains imaginary and lunar, tirelessly re-designed by the wind and the sea.
Human traces and its dramatic charge that the tide is not enough to erase.
Traces left by the unleashed elements, stranding wood and trees in countless chimeras planted and motionless as their ghostly shadows continue the curve of the sun.
So many ephemeral canvases and sculptures where the infinitely small becomes infinitely large by the prism of the lens, which I like to seize at the sandstones of my travels on the beaches of Camargue where besides and gives me material to tell you and let you invent, always in black and white, beautiful stories… endle
