Late 2009, I went to India.
Facing the Ganges, in Varanasi, I was contemplating water, lights, flowers, bodies. Everything was there. From birth to death. Or the opposite.
I return to Paris, await a baby. Instinctively, I sketched these maritime portraits. The child that I was carrying inside, was carrying me. These new and arising waters submerged my life, the city, each face, each body. By means of photography and the drift, I wanted to become a mother and the ocean at the same time.
So, I plunged my body and my dear ones into the water, amongst flowers and light.
People let themselves go, just float wherever the current takes them. Delivered from time, they enter into eternity.
Awakened.
In the "big ocean".
Facing the Ganges, in Varanasi, I was contemplating water, lights, flowers, bodies. Everything was there. From birth to death. Or the opposite.
I return to Paris, await a baby. Instinctively, I sketched these maritime portraits. The child that I was carrying inside, was carrying me. These new and arising waters submerged my life, the city, each face, each body. By means of photography and the drift, I wanted to become a mother and the ocean at the same time.
So, I plunged my body and my dear ones into the water, amongst flowers and light.
People let themselves go, just float wherever the current takes them. Delivered from time, they enter into eternity.
Awakened.
In the "big ocean".
