L’Adieu du Minotaure

“These last few years I experienced a profound need to leave in search of The World of Origins. Thus, I returned to Crete, the place of my birth, to pursue primal images, common memories. I photographed as one would place the panes of a window and vertiginously suspend them above time, and through which I would have been let go into the depths of ages, where the stones preserve our memory. Throughout this ecstatic dive, I became this child that one would separate from his native land, I became one of these Minoans carried away by the water, I became Adam trampling the ground of Paradise Lost, and also this solitary monster awaiting his liberator, at the end of a rocky corridor. And so, I felt infinitely close to this hybrid being, this archaic being prisoner of his condition. He became the symbol of an original link between men, beasts and gods, the symbol of a return to the unique and mysterious vibration before language, as was this one-year-old child placed among stones. Progressively, behind the petrified blue of cyanotypes, the traces of a timeless and poignant roaming appeared, like the final adieu of the Minotaur to his deserted labyrinth, that of the man I have become to his mineral cradle, to this engulfed island where under the light of the first mornings of the world, in an animal howl, everything began.”