Art Nouveau, art rêvé…
I dreamed of a house by the sea. A tree grew on the upper floor, and the ironwork of the balconies had learned all its curves from it. Downstairs, the bicycle leaning against the wall reminded me of my seaside rides.
The journey
From the rooftops to the sea
- I
The turret
Between the branches, I could glimpse its slate hat. I liked to believe that from up there, you could see the sailing boats long after they had vanished from the beach.
- II
The ceramics
Beneath the green gable, the ceramic flowers were still open…
- III
The tree
Before the house, a tree reigned here. One day, of the terrace, only its shadow on the grass will remain. And the shadow will be the tree’s.
- IV
The sea
At the end of the street, the sea. My eyes followed a white sail, and I imagined myself gliding, like its shadow, across the surface of the water.
An image composed with generative AI, used as a studio material: a photographer’s eye on a house that does not exist.
