Absence, a passage between imagination and reality.
I see it as a mark, a mark of something left over. I see in it, everything I could see in a dark glow. It is physical as well as virtual. In my photographs, always here, Absence leaves trace of the humain passage, but denotes from precise temporality. She is a suspended point. Suspended to the spectator.
Present and distant, between ephemeral and eternal, between physical and virtual, it is the proximity of a thing, and makes us remember.
Absence, structure of signs.