My backyard could be the mirror of the special place you have in your heart.

(ongoing project)




When I was growing up, I always admired the work my parents put into their backyard.

It is a magical place where I used to play, hide and explore.

I captured the force of the vegetation growing there. Nature looks wild, potent, like a forest pushing into the house. It’s banging against the north-facing windows. But taking a step back and looking up close, everything is domesticated, controlled in a tidy and in a particular manner.

They are still toys there from my childhood and random objects populating in a quirky way that landscape.

In this magical place where my father, in his nineties, still feeds the poultry I always find freedom and inspiration because it’s a place full of devotion.

To your place in your heart.