I have grown up in a place with no trustworthy news, gossiping and rumor made
things worse : pictureless stories, though so close because you always knew the
girl whose brother had been killed or a friend of the little girl, or the place
where the woman’s body had been found, and the cruelty of such acts were
worsened by the absence of evidence.
Living at the outskirt of the world has made my pictureless eyes for ever wounded.
The little girl has dried up, dogs have sat and although houses are peacefully burning in the night, doll’s tea sets waiting for guests who will never come : I remember things I have never seen.
Series Pics | 2007-2008