Magic Venture

Just as I decide to clarify my images with white, snow falls on Paris. In the Bois de Boulogne, somewhere above the ring road, I take up this magical challenge. Flayed and uprooted trees, the snow heals your wounds. Silently, it shapes spaces with a luminous ribbon. Here and there squirrels, bright colours and Japanese reflections spring out of scattered ghostly architectures. The day puts on the colors of a full moon night. A sort of enchantment invades the senses. New realities of an instant, transparency becomes visible, the intangible becomes palpable matter, worlds open up before my eyes. A round-the-clock watch invites me to many journeys. Though in Paris, I capture a japanese landscape…