A la limite, on the edge. On the border, crossing the border, setting a border, being retained at the border… There are no more borders, games without borders… We forget there were still borders…
Us, the other.
On the threshold, at the window, the gate wide open, to barricade oneself, homeless, find a closed door… being confined…
At my place, at your place.
My body is my body, hitting, caressing, touching, skimming the skin, raping…
Me, you.
Country, home, body. Everybody experimented the limit. The limits between the inside and the outside. Us and the other.
These three dimensions are the thread for 50 years of my photography.