photography

We have in it, as it draws from us, the very essence of every duality.
To find its roots back, one has to listen to its instinct ; it should wish to get lost in the forest and to shake out this matter that coats us.

As we build our existences, we made of ourselves a character to play.
Let’s wear our masks and graze the mirror. We know how to find ourselves in these roles of un-composition.

We can come across small pieces of space once the air has invited us.
We’ll stop finally when the painter will put his light brushes down, our eyes filled, and satisfied with the covered path.

One has to venture in the small infinity to discover the beauties of the background.
Motionless witnesses, of these little things so much insignificant, we can draw some human waisted happiness from it. Even more so…