The year 2020 was heavily marked by the appearance of the Covid 19.
During the confinement, I directed a series called At Home, chronicle of domestic life. Within this series appeared small stagings made from everyday objects, small things. I photographed one composition a day and, regularly, a half-covid, half-sun form returned, as a reminder of our confined condition, of this double threat that was constantly looming: that of the virus and that of global warming.
As soon as the deconfinement was announced, like many of us, I went out to look for a bit of sky. But the double threat was still looming.
The series Ciels d’encre is in the same vein as À domicile, but this time the little Covid/soleils take the black forms of ink drops, tainting the contemplation of spring skies.