It appeared as if by magic. A fleeting, almost unreal vision that the snow will soon cover with its white breath. Life is a gift. Whatever our pains may be; whatever our fears may be: it is our most precious good, our most fierce fight. A fight that, between shadows and lights, had become unbearable to me. My photographs saved me. Each encounter, each discovery, was a lesson: first, of humility; second, of gratitude. "Forest trees, you know my soul!" was taken in Paris. A kettle in the distance sings meditation.
Historian, I lived a long time at the rhythms of ancient mythologies. A rare peregrination that, having allowed me to probe our imagination, nourishes today my profession as a writer and photographer. For me, exploring the world has always been synonymous with freedom: a suspension point that breathes the exhilaration of our inner confines. I have excavated in Kurdistan Region; practiced sambo in Moscow; or harvested tea in the prefecture of Kagoshima... This wandering is who I am: it is that interrupted discourse of which the hours, echoes of my vile darkness, reveal my sauroctone soul.
