TITLE: Ni tout à fait le ciel

In 2020, following depression, photography allowed me to rebuild myself. A rebirth. The photo then becomes a means of expressing my pain, my sensitivity. I add words to it. Poetic sentences, like a counterpoint to the image. They are no longer landscapes, but visual and sensitive poetry. Revealers of my moods. The outlet for my buried suffering. A vision, a look, a very personal interpretation placed on a nature magnified to the height of what nature was able to bring me as a remedy for my ills. Words for evils.

AUTHOR: Frédérique Etienne (France)