The red curtain

Tell a story but what story? We always try to tell stories, to relentlessly recover the thread of
our own story. My memory is fragmented : there remain only snippets, flashes of images,
colours, blacks and reds, feelings, a curtain in a dark room... Instinctively, new connections
are forged and give rise to a new reality that I try to grasp by means of the photographic act.