Pretending everything was fine. Hiding behind a mask, nothing to show.
No anger, no weariness.
Behaving as if life was not pending. Not showing emptiness.
Photographing and not being able to carry on keeping this for me.
Playing with a few codes of Photography (windows vs. mirrors), I’ll present in this cathartic work a serie of (double ?) self-portrait.
I suggest through the photographed photographer’s eyes, the fears, the angers, the loneliness that usually define the long and arduous journey that is MAP (Medically Assisted Procreation), and which my wife and I started a few years ago.
Unable to share this beyond our inner circle, it is thanks to Photography that I can now express myself and lift the veil.