My grandmother’s apartment in Brussels. A place that I used to know vibrating of life. Then I saw it drying up slowly when my grandfather’s died 1990. Then I got away from it. Then she was unrooted from it. Others replaced her in it. Now it no longer means anything.

In September 2005, three days to assess the loneliness of this place, of a life where few things had changed in 15 years. These photographs are worked by the magnitude of this freezing and by the aberration of the absence of the other.

And now Mamy has died.


The photographs of the series Marthe have been published in Le Simulacre du printemps by Le Bec en l’air.