I closed myself off in my house for five years, because of / thanks to my social phobias. Going around in circles, staying hours seated on my rug.
So I bought myself a camera.
I began to photograph all that was around me; I referenced all the objects present in my bubble. Then, I progressively asked my friends to come see me, so that I could stage scenes with them at my house. Little by little, my photographic therapy had proved itself, and I began to go outside with my camera. In 2008, I was accepted into the photography program at Gobelins in Paris; today, I have finished.
I never remember my dreams. In the morning, images come to my head, like visuals “flashes”. From there, an obsession is born: photographically staging these flashes. I’ve deduced that these images are excerpts from my dreams. I continue to spend many hours on my rug.
Born in south France in 1982, living in Paris.