Print on photographic paper mounted on a white passe-partout and protected in an adhesive plastic pocket.
ABOUT THE ARTWORK
Winter coldness deep inside me. Interstellar void in this body chilled to the bone. The hope of an unconditional love to which I hold onto so as not to founder.
“There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds' feet is unknown. ” - Virginia Woolf
ABOUT THE SHOOTING
This photograph was taken in La Foux d'Allos, a ski resort in the French Alps. Invited to present my combined practice of photography and perfumery, I prolonged my stay in the heart of the white-immaculate mountain to draw on its strength to keep going on the winding way to awakening.