« Photographing horses so as not to lose that childlike soul, not to let an imaginary world escape, to immortalize it. »
Childhood transported me to the heart of a caring equine world. A child's gaze full of mist that lifts when my pony comes to warm my heart. A rustle of hair on the cheek, a soft and reassuring mane in which to bury one's questions, a small, welcoming herd that offers a real presence. One that teaches you how to inhabit your life.
A gentle gypsy mare arrived in my adult life like a mirror of myself. With her dew in the wind, this gypsy now shares with me the pleasure of adventures, in deep harmony with nature, where our souls meet, where creativity is reborn.
An inexhaustible source of inspiration, horses dance in my imagination and have awakened me to the joys of painting and sculpture.
My passion for photography was born in late childhood, a means of expression for a reserved child. My father's SLR camera, a small darkroom set up in the basement of the house, a place of personal development. Studying photography at INRACI reinforced this desire to draw with light, providing me with the necessary technique. My professional career led me to archaeological photography. I worked there for 15 years, refining my mastery of light.