This series is probably the most oriented towards my childhood, towards these hours looking after our goats. Sheperd is a strange work : It probably developped my taste for observation and encouraged my dreaming spirit tied up to my pole.
Spring is a very happy time : the goats have plenty of foodstuff and do not run from one end of the country to the other one like in summer time, the sun is kind, the grass soft and high is a marvelous mattress, the sky is deep blue and carries big white light clouds, the new baby goats like to climb over you, playing.
All this has gone but I shall keep in mind the immense pleasure produced by the different green colours of grass, new leaves and all the different texture between deciduous trees and the darker but fragrant pines.
I wanted to share this pleasure of looking around us. The series linger on to summer time, intense heat, to lavender and that so particular blue-purple.
When I am working I start with an idea : make landscape photos with a vertical frame; green colour; the sky; a river … You work, you look for something; you find, you don’t find anymore, you work, you search; you find and one day, as you would finish reading a book, you take the ending picture. Surprisingly, I remember very well this moment : I shot it in Rousset-les-Vignes, not far from our place, I had been going round and round all the afternoon long taking average pictures and I came to this place as if I felt it was the right moment, I loved this view : a small valley bellow the village, I park my Motocycle, an old Pan European, and I find summed up in front of me my will to live : all along this work I had somehow felt that trees in the landscapes could be compared to characters, in the way it adapts his environment : this one strong and high in the rich lands and this one fighting for life cracking rocks with its roots, growing where nobody is waiting for him.
That day in Rousset, I found my self-tree, its foliage dynamic as swirl, overlooked obedient layers of stones, on the opposite side some gregarious reeds, some lines of vines in the foreground. Far away, we can see a magnificent shading of blue mountains which throw you high up in this late afternoon sky.
After this photograph, I had said what I intended to say and I was happy.
I Need Colour !
How is nature able to shake us ? She comes back on us sometimes thanks to her exceptional creativity. A bedazzlement in front of these impressive moments where the elements set on fire : all these colours are there opposing their will to order and economical justifications.
Facing the elements
An island beaten up by winds and waves, from Mizen Head, a lighthouse on the south western extremity of Ireland, up to Dog’s Bay on the south coast of Connemara, crossing Cliffs of Moher and the Burrens.
Last series of photographs, dedicated to the West, the new world : terminal The Dune du Pilat, near Arcachon on the French Atlantic coast. A long Dune of soft and gentle sand moving under the wind. The Atlantic ocean on one side and a pine tree canopy looking like an other ocean on the other side.