Often, seated on benches along the banks or leaning against the railings of bridges, we come across men, women and sometimes children, contemplating the water and doing nothing else. They allow themselves a moment of contemplation in their day, they are pensive, which doesn’t mean they’re working out great theories, simply that they’ve let themselves be captured by the river, seduced by the river, by their movement anchored in permanence, by this image of time so different from the active, hectic life of every day, the life that passes on the bridges, on the quays, a life organized as if time were a thread always taut that never slackens.
Jean-Christophe Bailly, Couler de source. Ed. Bayard
When I was a child, my parents got into the habit of taking the car out every Sunday. I spent a lot of time looking out the window at rivers, lakes and the tiniest stream, and each one delighted me.
Because of the climate in south-east France, we might think that water is precious and rare, and it is. But strangely enough, water is everywhere. And sometimes, it takes on northern accents.
This series is a catalog of the many aspects of water from Avignon to the Mediterranean Sea.
soul waters / 2017- 2021 – Hahnemühle Photo Rag Ultra Smooth 305g / 100 cm x 100 cm