THE GUARDS SILENCER OF AIX EN PROVENCE 2011 (excerpt)

At the age of 41, I come back to the fold of the wind on the land of my childhood, my adolescence, my twenty years.

The muscular atlantes, the caryatids and the mascarons of facades or fountains of Aix en Provence were the silent but omnipresent witnesses of my youth.
Very young, I perceived them as fantastic appearances, terrible but mesmerizing images. Later, they were the guards always silent but friendly of my puppy loves and my agonies of teenager.
Today, with happiness and tenderness, I dive again into their glance.