This image was first a vision. It is a sketch of a larger project that I dream of materializing, of exploring. The image was an attempt to investigate if this vision, this project, was something to persue further. The vision of a tomb, of an open-hearted tomb, therefore necessarily the presence of death, the visibility of death, but also of its poetry, of death as an entity inseparable from life. Of life inseparable from death. Many images in me to which I want to give life, to make exist, to give an outline, a frame.

This image which speaks of a tomb like a garden, where the spaces mix, was a moment of joy and sharing despite its subject, a moment of play, of the visible and the invisible, of what is seen/shown, and what cannot be said, expressed.

We dug a hole in my companion's family garden, a northern land, we had our hands in the ground with the girls, we had fun staging this poetry of the land, of everything it can contain life and death, and give it an aesthetic that we liked, a tomb like a garden.

This image is therefore perhaps the first image of a larger project that I hope will see the light of day one day.

I do not know what to say. Each subject is a challenge, and at the same time I do what I want to do, I photograph and I speak and I write what I decide, what I seek. So ultimately the challenge does not exist there, it is rather to be connected to that which wants to be said and expressed, which is beyond me, to only be a channel. In this sense there is no challenge. The challenge is to be alive as much as possible, to be connected as much as possible. For me the challenge is not to let the mind decide, it is to trust what is there, what is already there, what wants to exist and grow and be said. Trust that what you are looking for is looking for you.

Literature is always a source of inspiration. Because for me photography is another way to tell a story when words fail me, when visions jostle within me, when I lack the time and space to say, photography allows me to do it in a direct and fast way. Because through the stories I feed on and those I try to tell, it's probably my own story that I'm looking for and that still eludes me.
Nature is and will remain a great source of inspiration. Nature and wild space, because it is the force of the universe that I encounter there, a force larger than us, an invisible presence that sustains and nourishes me.
My visions and my dreams.
I am inspired by all the people I meet, all the human stories that echo. The intimate in the universal. The universal in the intimate.
Again the stories, what we all have to tell. The little stories that make the big story. What we are trying to dig up or bury.
Christian Bobin said, "Writing is remembering anything that the world forgets."  I could perhaps say the same thing about photography, to photograph is to forget nothing of what the world forgets.

The first answer that comes to me is "I don't know", "It's not mine". Once I reveal an image, that it leaves my intimate space, it no longer belongs to me. I don't know what people can feel and receive. It belongs to them, it resonates with their own history, their emotions. But I am obviously extremely touched by the ressonance that people express, and share with me. I am very touched that one of my images may voyage like this. What I can say is that when I took this photo, I felt something strong, something obvious. For a microscopic moment something in my life, something between the inside and the outside, between me and them, between the heart and the look, between the breath that animated me and the wind that blew, something was aligned, something was in its place. A microscopic second of magic that I keep in my heart. There is the energy of the moment, and then there is the energy and the presence of the environment. Even if it is not visible, even if we do not show the place, the vibrations of the earth, of nature, are very present. It takes life. Is it also that which cannot be seen but which is there. I would so much like to ask the question to all those eyes that will have landed on this image. What do you see, what do you feel?

I don't have a dream subject. There are so many topics I want to explore. So many stories I want to tell. So many visions that I wish to manifest. But there are themes that are close to my heart, that I want to explore and dig a lot more: "We are the granddaughters of the witches you were not able to burn", The feminine, The bodies, The Invisible, The relationship between Present and Absent, Intrauterine life, Our wild nature, The weaving of Life and Death, Rituals…

It would be presences, souls with whom I feel connected, with whom I already have the feeling of taking part of a journey, of sharing, a way of questioning the world, a look, a physical body… And we don't want to explain it, it's what's bigger than us…

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