Bhakti भक्ति is a series of a long-running work started in 2012 with the Return to India and Mother India series.

Sizes and process:

Giclee process on Hahnemühle PhotoRag 315 g Fine Art Baryta paper mounted on museum aluminum Dibond, fitted in wooden American box frame.

Different sizes : 60X90 cm, 50X75 cm and 40X60 cm.

Limited edition of 10 numbered and signed copys for the american frame box.

Limited edition of 10 numbered and signed copys for print 40x60 with white border.

Why this fever, this passion for India and for photography ?

Several years of wanderings between Goa, Bombay New Delhi and Rajasthan havent been enough to answer this question, yet i'm still thinking about it...

November 2012, after a long abscence due to a drastic change of life, I decided to come back to India to recharge my batteries. The vertigo was instant. I figured out my incapacity to convene the least memorie of a past that still seems to me so shiny. No more picture, no more face or landscape are coming back to fill up my mind. Long hit with an attention disorder, I found again in this sudden mental nothingness the same fright of the emptiness, the absence of references that a difficult divorce reactived painfully in 2009. From now on, I'm obsessed by the idea of fixing « my » reality to counter the fugacity of that memory, to print on paper the different places, faces, moments of sharing lived, at the risk of loosing them and loosing myself.

Today, the last day of my travel and after 25 years, the story repeats itself identically...

The ticking of going back and the fear of all what is waiting for me prevents me from sleeping. To leave this country always leave me in an inextricable sadness. It is 4 in the morning and my spirit is bubbling....

I think again of my pictures, of my work going on for the past 6 years, and, suddenly, everything is becoming more clear...I realise finally that my « blurred » pictures are the translation of this search of the lost imagery-memories — of this return to life after « the eminent death » of my first existence — ; the « clear » pictures are the founding cards of stolen moments, offered and choosen that allowed me, every day, to give a meaning to my rebirth.

Photography has become an essential necessity. It imposes on me like an antidote for this mental inbalance as well as an ideal medium, offering me the possibility to build up a new memory. It is also the creative seve that is starting flowing deep within me, allowing me to anchor new roots, to bud and to feel again the desir of...

Trough it, I finally manage to analyse the mouning process, inconsciously started in my life before. I'm learning to go beyond this family tear that's stayed open for a long time... I also understand my luck to be able to restart again from zero.

To fix my own history, my territory while questioning my intimacy as a women is today a quest. Trough each of my pictures, I realise that it is all about this particular intimacy. To do, to be myself again, understand to  forgive, to free and rebuild myself.

Along with the Bhakti भक्ति, « my » Mother India is gifting me one more time, it's rejuvenating magic. I'm aware that what is important is to transmit and to share with generosity and kindness, all that this mother Earth taught me :

(TO DARE) BEING THE ONE WE TRULY ARE !

March 2018.

Bhakti भक्ति is a series of a long-running work started in 2012 with the Return to India and Mother India series.

Sizes and process:

Giclee process on Hahnemühle PhotoRag 315 g Fine Art Baryta paper mounted on museum aluminum Dibond, fitted in wooden American box frame.

Different sizes : 60X90 cm, 50X75 cm and 40X60 cm.

Limited edition of 10 numbered and signed copys for the american frame box.

Limited edition of 10 numbered and signed copys for print 40x60 with white border.

Why this fever, this passion for India and for photography ?

Several years of wanderings between Goa, Bombay New Delhi and Rajasthan havent been enough to answer this question, yet i'm still thinking about it...

November 2012, after a long abscence due to a drastic change of life, I decided to come back to India to recharge my batteries. The vertigo was instant. I figured out my incapacity to convene the least memorie of a past that still seems to me so shiny. No more picture, no more face or landscape are coming back to fill up my mind. Long hit with an attention disorder, I found again in this sudden mental nothingness the same fright of the emptiness, the absence of references that a difficult divorce reactived painfully in 2009. From now on, I'm obsessed by the idea of fixing « my » reality to counter the fugacity of that memory, to print on paper the different places, faces, moments of sharing lived, at the risk of loosing them and loosing myself.

Today, the last day of my travel and after 25 years, the story repeats itself identically...

The ticking of going back and the fear of all what is waiting for me prevents me from sleeping. To leave this country always leave me in an inextricable sadness. It is 4 in the morning and my spirit is bubbling....

I think again of my pictures, of my work going on for the past 6 years, and, suddenly, everything is becoming more clear...I realise finally that my « blurred » pictures are the translation of this search of the lost imagery-memories — of this return to life after « the eminent death » of my first existence — ; the « clear » pictures are the founding cards of stolen moments, offered and choosen that allowed me, every day, to give a meaning to my rebirth.

Photography has become an essential necessity. It imposes on me like an antidote for this mental inbalance as well as an ideal medium, offering me the possibility to build up a new memory. It is also the creative seve that is starting flowing deep within me, allowing me to anchor new roots, to bud and to feel again the desir of...

Trough it, I finally manage to analyse the mouning process, inconsciously started in my life before. I'm learning to go beyond this family tear that's stayed open for a long time... I also understand my luck to be able to restart again from zero.

To fix my own history, my territory while questioning my intimacy as a women is today a quest. Trough each of my pictures, I realise that it is all about this particular intimacy. To do, to be myself again, understand to  forgive, to free and rebuild myself.

Along with the Bhakti भक्ति, « my » Mother India is gifting me one more time, it's rejuvenating magic. I'm aware that what is important is to transmit and to share with generosity and kindness, all that this mother Earth taught me :

(TO DARE) BEING THE ONE WE TRULY ARE !

March 2018.