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