In 2008, I unexpectedly had the opportunity to publish the photographic work that I had created since 2002. This became my first book NOISE (le caillou bleu, Brussels).
NOISE is not a series; it's the beginning of the long journey that I'm still on today, nearly two decades later. I just didn't realise that at the time.
This publication is called NOISE, after one of my featured photographs. One day, it was before I started giving titles to my photographs, someone viewing a particular image commented, "This photograph has noise.”
Since then, I give a title to every single photograph I create.
Thinking about it afterwards, I realised that the 'sound' emanating from my work is like that of a badly tuned radio; there is something subtly disturbing about it. Just when you think you might catch something recognisable, it shifts back into noise, making you even more curious to capture what lies behind it.
After the publication of this book, which coincided with several exhibitions bearing the same title, at a certain point, I moved on from the concept of 'noise' and pushed it out of my mind.
However, when I later started working on new photographs, I found myself coming back to the idea of a sonic presence in my images and I realised that it is still there at the core of my work.
This subtle disturbance still keeps buzzing in my ear.