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I grew up in Bretagne facing a bay which emptied completely every 12 hours, allowing the walker for some time access to the "other side" of the sea and the passage of the "border" between Finistère and Côtes from Armor. The landscape in front of the windows of the family home was always new, elusive because never frozen.
The main access to this house was also only possible at low tide. We lived with the tide schedule pinned to the front door and referred to it constantly to plan our days.
In this granite environment, traces of ancient upheavals were visible, on a planetary scale: multicolored tortured rocks, visible geological strata. What I saw was always the link between a high tide and a low tide, spring and dead water, between a past landscape and a future landscape, but also the result of a slow erosion, sum of all past landscapes. A transitory landscape, in permanent evolution.

This experience probably educated my gaze to consider the landscape as something alive, constantly changing. I contemplate him, trying to imagine what he was before, what he will become and where I stand in this story.
The following works are the result of this way of seeing. They represent the territory not as a snapshot of present time but as a process of transformation, the result of past events containing within it the start of future developments.

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