Seashore, Heartshore

I believe that everything I have carried through these past fifteen years has found its place somewhere on the beach of Trouville. The moments of happiness, the doubts, the reliefs, the joys. The loves, the endings, the new beginnings. Everything is there, resting somewhere between the sand, the wind, and the tides. This beach has watched me move through life. The sea, with the rhythm of its tides and its changing light, has been the silent witness to my journey. And deep down, my images speak less about Trouville itself than about what a place can hold of a life. They explore the way certain landscapes welcome or preserve our memories, accompany our transformations, and become the secret guardians of who we once were, who we are, and who we are becoming. With every visit, there is another gaze, another emotion, and the realization that everything changes — except, perhaps, the movement of the sea.