@ Ottignies-Louvain-la-Neuve, Belgium
I have been photographer since the age of fourteen, it was in those rebellious teenage years that I discovered photography as a tool, and from that moment it accompanied me to both experience and express my relationschip to the world. A long personal journey has led me to open myself without fears or extrapolation regarding others. Haunted by memory and transmission, I... Den Rest sehen
I have been photographer since the age of fourteen, it was in those rebellious teenage years that I discovered photography as a tool, and from that moment it accompanied me to both experience and express my relationschip to the world. A long personal journey has led me to open myself without fears or extrapolation regarding others. Haunted by memory and transmission, I like to declare I'm acting as a guardian of living memory. Not so much for the nostalgia of the past, but more for an awareness of need to preserve singular life stories, unique lifestyles or circumstances otherwise likely to disappear forever. Capturing the moments of life, traces and memories that are being, or have been lived and listening to strange stories that progress towards a certain death, in order to preserve and transmit them. Passionate about cultures and traditions of orality, such as the Inuit culture that I had the chance to experience during a six-month trip to the Canadian Arctic between 2003-04. These was a formative experience in my professional and personal life. The Belgian Vocation Foundation supported me in this project by granting that allowed me to undergo this experience. Throughout my life, I was lulled by the sweet childhood stories of my ancestors. I was fortunate to grow up in a family where the oral transmission of knowledge, experiences and memories was very important. My childhood was spent between town and country, backgrounds of which I keep founding memories. In particular, my grandfather took me often to walk across the fields to observe nature, the sky, the trees, also greeting the farmers working in their fields or opening the farm doors to greet the farmers. I'm steeped in this universe that my eyes devoured. I return today to these campaigns and throughout my life, I realize how the agricultural sector has undergone changes. The good old manure pile in the middle of the backyard given way to parking spaces for luxury cars, much of cultivated land, we don't know by what miracle, has turned into subdivisions of surface and urbanization has flourished like mushrooms in the countryside of Wallonia. But I digress ... Finally, I would like to say that through my experiences, I became aware about the history of Hornstrandir. I wanted to preserve these memories for the future in a way that had not been done before to transmit them. Just like my grandfather took me modestly on country roads, I too, on some occasions, have also taken on some occasions my daughter on the roads of Iceland and even Hornstrandir ...