On a rough floor, the shadow of a bouquet springs up like a poem in silhouette.
The flowers are not visible, but their presence is striking. Their projected forms become more real than reality. The eye can make out narcissi or daffodils, but what's important here is their essence, what the light cuts out and the shadow preserves.
The image was born in the bend of noon, in that perfect moment when the sun imprints the world against the ground. Nothing was moved. Only the shadow was framed, like a confidence captured in time.
Black and white reinforces the contrast between raw material and organic form. The atmosphere is dry and bright, almost burning.
This work speaks of memory, of inverted presence, of what remains when everything has faded. It also says that the ephemeral can become a trace, that simple things - a planter, a ray - can offer almost mystical visions.
In an interior setting, this work acts as a reminder of the poetry of the banal. It will appeal to those who love the play of light, instantaneity and visual metaphors.
I'm a Belgian-Beninese photographer who captures the relationship between the body, light and presence. I work alone on my walks, or while observing my quoitiden, but also in collaboration with models, make-up artists and other artists.
My aim is to capture the things that usually escape the..
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