"It is in search of a treasure that my gaze wanders along the lines, spinning along the walls, sliding on the ridges, on the summits, crossing the woods hanging from the cliﬀs, sliding on the peaks studded with rocks collapsed. My eyes and my camera make a fortune out triﬂes that accumulate in my heart. Slowly, without thinking, without desiring, they forget and discover a wonderful adventure in life.
The harmony of a celestial land, vibrant and alive, where the waters of the oceans shine noiselessly with millions of blues, where the forests are free of their colors, where the mountains are coated in white, where the opalescent glaciers descend into the valleys and where the plumes of birds have the sky on their side, nourishes the dream of a world that we are exhausting.
If my images sing however, it is because the romanticism of our prospects of bankruptcy enchants the vertigo of our steps. But it is not this imbalance that I want to point out.
If the mountains rise so high in our memories, it is because since the dawn of our times they have been a luminous world, the world of a magical world above, a little closer to the stars, which points towards the inﬁnity of the universe.
These images lead us to see fully from the depths of the heart, in the freedom of an unconditional gaze where each blink of the eye seems to reveal to us the essence of our existence, the source of all life."
Text by Jacques Perconte