Là où rien de crie
In 2016, I encountered fear here, in the still light of Venice.
Eight years later, I returned, calmer.
The places had fallen silent, the gaze as well.
Light settles slowly, diffuse, almost fragile.
Lith prints retain its trace; their surface breathes silence.
18 silver gelatin lith prints on baryta paper, 14 × 14 cm.














