I loved experimentations with different technical ways. I mixed painting, writing, and chimical experiences, on paper or film...  then I started a digital way. On a new way I was eating a lot of pictures without counting. Before I was at the opposite side. I did not want to do hundreds of  pictures I just wanted the right picture. Just the good one. Only one. I never was inserting an other frame in the picture. I was handiworking. I just took scissors, did collage and shoot the single picture before destroy it.

Sometimes, I painted or wrote on the picture, making an original and single work. Or I made chimical experiences on the ektas.But with the digital way, what I love is to explore an open field, to build a city, houses, people, giving a strange script born in my dreams, and leave a free way for my imagination. An extraordinary and inexhaustible work is open to me . I did web sites, trying exchanges with the whole world, and learned new technical approachs in multimedia. I miraculously multiply my pictures…and ideas too. Mosaik  pictures were full of hundreds pictures of my universe, my friends, my trips. The picture was distorted, twisted, colored, streaked with words.

Humanity, mankind, nature, trips (what I name a road-photo), the daily life, street, manifestations, strikes, groups (gayprides, concerts, spectacles) artists, portraits, nude. I shoot thousands of pictures on documentary, living testimonies. I choose one moderate and sober picture, or a serial, to look for a specific creation, making graphing experiences, with digital softwares.  This is as I did it, in an handlycraft way with films, but the result is not the same. It never can be the same result....because the technical approach is so different. I suppose the difference is as far and big as the one there is between a light candle and electricity. However there is light ! There is genius in light !

Moving body, gesture,  nudity, and love. City, and landscape are part of my loneliness, anxiety, and surviving life.  To disappoint  my doubts, develop my dreams, I left  war and suffering documentaries. Not because I ignore them Many times, sad daily informations are crossing my life experience. I sometimes feel powerlessness, incapacity, and the only answer is to give time, and hope, never give it up, still love people I cross, never steal a picture, a portrait, do it with compassion, fragility, and sweetness.Across my road-photos, some subjects took place…temples and gardens in Japan, life in Acatama desert, in Chile, Seoul in Korea. Montreal and animals in Canada. Mission, Mexican district in San Francisco USA. Formentera, an island, the sea.

Nudity : Baby-doll, sexy or natural dancer, pure or wild body, thousands of forms in nudity that I approach. Sculpted by the light, the nudity explose with truth and transparency. Nude people  are marvellous human beings, with gravity and lightness in the same time. With all their fragility, but also their strength : generously giving themselves. Chastity and modesty  is a part of existence under nudity.

Finally, the most important thing is to find a universe, the one of the watched person, the landscape, or the scene, finding a poem, puting pictures not despite the words, but with the grace of words.I think that the photographed person, what he wishes to show during the shot is essential. In his head he has an image of what he would like to show, and my whish is to make it coincide with an image i have of him.And for a third fact, it is coming with an unexpected incident : It can be materialize during the shot, or after with the development, or on the print.

With some authors’little sentences, I can recognise and resume my photograph studies and desires.
“I have spent my life to be amazed. I don’t know from where it comes, a possibility of amazement, a possibility of surprise, a reflection that I had with everything. It is hard to explain. I think that it started with the idea of the beautiful thing, as I said it. My surprise, my trouble was about not having the same feeling than my parents. And then about the kindness and harmfulness”  Françoise Dolto (Enfances)

« If possible, get lost a little, in a precious time than this space laid on the sensitive paper, does not know, as far as rough revelation. (Jacques Coudol. L'ARC; photographies 1963).

« Life escape and maybe without life all left-over is not interesting. (Woolf)