Light is my first contact with the environment.
All of my life span, she guided me and dominated my sensations.
Shadow has preceeded me until the least moment of my birth.
The appearance of things, of forms, is a fact of light, it’s absence
destroys all visual perception we may have of the object.
Light makes one see, but mostly, it makes one think.
It’s variations, modulations while the hours go by, the days, the seasons,
the climates, paricipate intimately in my joy as in my sorrow.
To enlighten is to illuminate, or better yet, to luminate, it is also
to emote. Whatever the support or the means of writing, life is
cradles only by shadows and light.