In the years 1990, I was photographing in sonnets. It took me a while to be aware of that. I long thought that I did write them – that I had written them. Well, no. I recognised them, vibrating in the reality, requesting to be paired with their inner trace – and I complied, nothing more.
Arnaud Bizalion publisher, 2017
15 x 15,5 cm
Softbound with dust cover
31 colour photographs