"T, my lover, the father of my son died on April 5, 2010 from an accident
cerebrovascular disease. He fell next to us on a beach of the sea of
north. The violence of his death placed me before a great void... a silence that
echoed in my head to an intense blue sky of absence
plane crash due to the ash from an angry volcano, my anger. Faced with this loss, I
I immersed myself in my daily work of keeping a diary, which I continue to do
for more than 10 years, by recording my suffering but also this excess of
life that was boiling inside me. This experience, however intimate it may be, I
recognized in the words of others who very quickly approached me to speak
of their experience of death and mourning. These wounds are difficult to express
rarely find an interlocutor, this exchange so necessary however because a
deceased comes back to life a little through shared words." This work is the
diary of a mourning, a stop, a convalescence and life that continues despite
everything for other members of the family. The diversity of mediums used,
texts, collages, drawings and photographs, allows us to approach this theme if
difficult and so fragile.
