I unveil Camargue as someone slowly recedes from the landscape. The salt industry is altered at Salin de Giraud and in this finally tamed scenery, nature prevails reclaiming its rights. A transitional world is revealed, exactly where people have made a remote place, constructing facilities and taming a wild piece of land. I discover the finished and frozen time there, crossing a land scarred by a golden hue and in these magical places, a different universe looms large. This exact mixture of the two worlds is what defines what my eyes see. The salt moulded mountains emerge from a stellar land, while I meet human traces in the middle of deserted areas, and all these paths constitute the pointer to my direction.
My inner language with that country tells the union of Uranus and Gaia, man and nature, tumult and silence. I discovered a land where time and space to get one.
