Along My Walks: A New Look at Our Heritage
A year ago, with the beginning of my retirement, I started traveling through our regions—Brittany, Provence, Dordogne—with a camera in hand. Without claiming the title of artist or explorer, I am simply a curious person who takes pleasure in capturing what time has left behind. My perspective on these places was built long before, through my readings and discoveries.
Youthful Memories & Imaginary Worlds
Thirty years ago, while strolling through the Quénécan forest, I stumbled upon an abandoned cave where the painter Reaun had left a few canvases. It was a striking, almost mysterious encounter. Earlier, at the age of 20, the books of Theodore Sturgeon had already taught me to look beyond appearances, to seek a little magic in the everyday.
The Passage of Time
Today, when I photograph a cloister in Brittany or the old stones of a village, I find a bit of that atmosphere that has always fascinated me. I sometimes see the echo of the plots of Glenn Cooper, whose novels on historical mysteries and unraveling time have nourished my imagination. For me, photographing these places is a bit like opening a page of these books: I do not seek to reveal secrets, but simply to bear witness to the quiet beauty of the remnants I come across during my walks.
This journey is a way for me to extend the pleasure of my walks. In my Heritage & Structures collection, you will find images that tell these moments of calm. If you like sober atmospheres and heritage with a story to tell, I hope you will find an image here that will find its place in your home.