For many years, I try to understand what makes the charm of a picture. Its colors, its composition, its mystery? I still don't know.

 

Just the end of a forgotten flower...That was several years ago, near Paris. I was about to go to see my fiancee in the Ural.

 

Photographing a still life, it's to spend a lot of time searching how to marry an old perfume bottle, a tree leaf and the magic of a shadow...

 

Stone,stick,etc...Every day in the street, in the woods, pick up something to photograph later. Never stop. To live is to continue...

 

It's always the same song in December. The holidays approach. We'll have to be dressed chic. To see people. To laugh at everything.

 

In Warsaw, on the evening of my thirty's birthday, an astrologer told me that I would live surrounded by "little elves". Of course, I refused to believe her.

 

Make cuttings is one of my pleasures. Here, a tree leaf; another time it will be an elephant or a clown.It's good to imagine that one is still a child.