I had my first attempts at photography nearly 7 years ago. I shot self portraits as part of a self-imposed recovery programme. I was struck by a lightning and this led me to have a brain stroke. I was paralysed from head to toes on the right hand side of my body. And I lost the ability to speak and to understand my mother tongue. It did not last for a long time, but the consequences did. I recovered completely though. But it took me years to overcome the psychological side effects. I had to learn to match my body image to my real body. I had to understand that feeling asymetric was just a trick of the mind. I had to stop cropping my photos and discarding half of my face. But I got acquainted with a wonderful world, a world with no language, a world with no worries, where only the present moment was so vivid and so alive.
Then I broadened my experience and decided it was time to let down self portraits. At this stage I learnt photography. I got a new camera and learnt the techniques and the skills.
Self portraits will be back, but this time I will be the model for the stories I’d like to tell you. I wrote a lot in the past and my notebooks need to find a new shape..