LES CIELS DE MON QUARTIER
My neighbourhood is not very attractive to look at. A jumble of commercial buildings from the 1950s, low but wide and, just in front of the studio, a science fiction-style construction from the 1970s. The whole is crossed by a railroad for convoys of containers heading to the port. When I stroll in these streets, I look above all towards the sky. Over the years, I’ve made a collection, which has remained private, of clouds. Until my latest visions became sorts of mirages interlacing their reflections between sky and earth when these clouds reflect on old windows. There is a very large gap between the photos of 1995 and the digital captures of now. But the image, the image of the sky always in motion in which contrasts and differences gently resolve themselves, whenever it was taken, resists fading.