While walking, yesterday, the violent desire to review Pereslavl, the russian countryside, the reflection of a bell tower in the river...

 

By calling, I used to sketch. The same man wearing a cap. As if I was still connected with the police. Or the army. Weird...

In my dream,I arrive in a ghost town. It's the middle of the night. I walk up to a showcase where a neon lights a blue bird.

 

A little bit of cash, a convertible and, of course, your darling...You're ready for a thrilling weekend !

 

When I took the picture, I was single. Far from imagining that I would quickly fall in love...

 

An ink stain, a petal of a rose, a cutting : it's sometimes unexpected to discover what is hidden in these little things...

 

I fell in love with a toy car when I was working in Oslo. I was bored. I gained weight. Strange days.