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Dust & memories

  This serie is as much an attempt to recollect a pivotal 2 years period (2018-2019) in our life as it is a healing process. It’s even quite literally a cauterization process, as I came to realise that silver nitrate was used to heal a wound and avoid infection, as well as in the chemical...

The Hanged Man

    “I am in this position because I wish to be. It is I who cut off the branches. I have freed my hands of the desire to seize, to own, to cling. Without abandoning the world, I have retired from it. With me you can find the will to enter the state where...

Eudosia

      From the Greek ευδοξος (eudoxos): ευ (eu) “good” and δοξα (doxa) “notion, reputation, honour, glory” so it means “good reputation or good opinion”. Eudosia is my grandmother. She was born on August 10th 1921 in a tiny village close to the atlantic coast of Galicia. She was the oldest of two daughters. She only went to school till the Civil war began. She...

Die Zürchers

    We stayed at the Zurcher’s for about three weeks. The first days were all about discovering their  universe:  just beside the road, hidden from the view, between two hills down by the river, a hidden paradise made of lovely people, hardworking people, tough, strong, resilient, creative, sensitive, educated, loving with their children, their...

Taking a long way home

“You look Moroccan” “Why don’t you have a Moroccan passport ?” “Didn’t you go to settle things ?” “Why don’t you speak arab ?” I don’t know. I don’t know  even though I’m French by my mother, Moroccan by my father and  I used to spent my summer holidays between Rabat and Agadir with my father’s...

Tiny Windows

      When I was little, I used to love watching the lit windows in the houses and buildings at night: the warm light in the living rooms, the cold blue from the strip-lights in the kitchens, the cozy ambience from the bedroom windows… these lights and colors  in the dark seemed to me like stars in the night sky, signs of life in parallel universes. I wondered who was living there, what they were doing, what they were feeling, if they were feeling something similar to me. Many many years later, I’m at this three storey british house, brown bricks, with a magnolia tree full of pink flowers blooming at the entry door. When I arrived at this house, I was instantly magnetized by the energy of the place, soaked with past...

The miraculous

“I have an intense desire to record life as I see it. As long as I’m amazed and astonished, as long as I feel that events, messages, expressions, and movements are all shot through with the miraculous, I’ll feel filled with the certainty I need to keep going. When that day comes, my doubts will...

Quelquechose de sensible et d’important

L’odeur des arbres baignés dans le soleil, le bois et la pierre qui râpent doucement les mains, le sable et les sourires, les gestes et les regards suspendus. C’est qu’il faut encapsuler tous ces prodiges, travailler à les rendre visibles…    

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