Since 2020.
Initially, photos. Mostly sidewalks. But also walls.
Photos of my city, of a city or a village, of an exhibition space.
A way to visit it.
Images printed in postcards.
Like the postcards “memory of…” “good kisses from…”
Embroidered with gold thread. For other routes. Other visits.
These images can then give rise to variations in shapes, sizes and textures.
Since… long before…
I practice the photo of sidewalks and walls since my first camera, that of my 12 years.
At that time, I dreamed of becoming a photographer; I dreamed of myself as a little adventurer-globe trotter.
A way to open my eyes and see what surrounds me. And to travel.
The postcard, an object also linked to my childhood and travels and which still has all my affection today.
