Introduction

Wandering across the mountain. Climbing over a pass, then stopping. Going down. Swimming across the lake. Away, a ray of light plays with a summit. Photographing in a hurry. Here, a sprig of wild thyme to chew. Pursuing on the path, guided by the yellow lines painted on rocks, looking for the next cairn, finding a new yellow path sign. The perennial grass stings the ankles. A marmot whistles far away. In a meander of the torrent, a group of young ephebes is swimming. Photographing. Overcoming vertigo arriving to the top, connecting in a glance two valleys only known separately.
I go back to town, my head filled with images, sensations. And with a lot of photographs, and numerous things to use at my return.

After my fine arts diploma, I try to continue what I started there. Writing new “fragments.” Looking for residences. Structuring legally my work. Performing in front of an audience from time to time. Writing again. Resisting. Then breathing for a few days. In the Pyrenees. And repeat my stay each time I feel I got tired. I take a break from my social, professional, and love lives the time I rest. I find my balance in contrasts. Sprint, silence, rush, rest.
Surreptitiously, the mountains ended up finding their way in my practice. I think less of writing my romantic fragments and doing performances than rendering my mountain impressions to share them. I gather diverse tests, diverse materials, colors, sounds, videos. I add, I subtract elements, I test. I go from the picture to the volume, and vice versa. Then, appears a collection that is on the rise.