Un Conte

After an author's photographic travel of several years in digital , I have been exploring the meanders of historical techniques. I present here my latest personal project, the culmination of an introspective journey over a year. Cradled by The Piano Lesson by Jane Campion, Beauty and the Beast by Jean Cocteau or Loreena McKennitt's ballads by the fireside in the forest of Brocéliande, I wrote this tale, my tale, my story. Dreamlike, dreamy, silent, self-confessed, chaotic, burning, uncertain but luminous, this is a tale that has its roots over several decades in a dreamy past but also in a certain form of violence. It was important for me to be present in the form of self-portraits and images of my daughter and to bring this project to the outside, a form of Pan's labyrinth, a magical world that creates another reality in an inter -generational langage. The use of the collodion camera is an extension of myself: a slow process happening inside of me. The desire to achieve it only with the ancient technique of wet collodion in tintype was to bring materiality, slowness, palpable reverie of an organic and carnal support in a writing imprinted with symbols but nevertheless giving limitation to the imagination. The slowness of the time devoted to this technique is inseparable from the constantly constructed content that one wishes to deposit there.