A flower, it's a poem... a mystery. It wilts... and returns the following year.
Mother Nature's garden unfolds all its creativity in an endless variety of colours, of shapes and sizes, of fragrances and transparency, a garden of Eden designed to fill us with wonder and whose certain species have the power to heal a wounded life or end it.
This relationship with the vegetable tends to get lost in our ultra-technological societies, but if we look at this Eden with humility, it is not rare to rediscover this communion...
My vegetal approach is just as artistic as for little creatures, I invent nothing, everything is there, at the reach of my steps going to meet a flower, a poetry, a mystery...
The intention that I try to inspire in the photographic realization that I have in mind makes that, often, I try to enter into communion with the chosen subject, and it even happens to me to speak to it...
Yes, I talk to flowers - to animals, trees, sky too... As for thinking that they answer me, I leave each one to his personal vision of this garden of Eden.
"In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers."
Khalil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet
