These works were made near Voiron, in the Chartreuse mountains, where I grew up.

After years of pure abstraction, I found myself returning to trees, flowers, and landscapes; not as subjects, but as matter.

Light passing through branches. Petals resisting the wind. Nature felt before it is fully seen.

Shot on film and shaped through multiple exposures, these images belong to an ongoing photographic research: a practice of instinct, patience, and letting go of control.

Until now, my works were never sold. 333 prints were left across Paris, 33 were placed on the sidewalks of New York, and 22 envelopes travelled from person to person across continents.

Each print is unique. Once collected, it will not exist again in the same format.