On my way back home / A la recherche de Yemanya

Yesterday I made a series of dissolving self-portraits. In the shadow of my appearance down by the sea at Cap d'Antibes. Standing with my feet in the water, motionless, studying them ripples of them tiny waves I distinguish the exciting friction between the reality of my body, prooved by the traces of it's ever changing though fixed silhouette, shadow of my appearance, and the desire to dissolve and become one with the ocean.

And this was at the end. Looking from a distance at them traces them memories them echos of my shadow in the sea. Play them portraits all on the same time or play them back.

When I arrived on the beach I passed by a lost violin player ...