When I started photography, images were only revealed in their bath. There were a mystery, a waiting, a hope, that all disappeared with digital photography.
Dyeing allows me to rediscover this organic process, these successive trials over time.
The image becomes again the medium of the dream and the waiting. We plunge the thread in the colored liquid. The color spreads. The photo is not virtual anymore. It becomes palpable, embodied. The thread becomes a link between the material reality, and this oniric universe where our memories live.
“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”