Shepherd of fortuities

I searched for the truth. But under the mask, I have always found another mask, and then again and again, like so many successive blurred layers, false tracks and half-truths. I understood that I should not look under the masks but perceive what emerges of their stacking, find the epicenter of the mislayings. I superimpose images that cling and blend, leaving clues as so many tracks to follow. An open and tempting frame where everyone first follows the reflections of his own story. I don't decide anything, I experiment, I wait, attentive. I feel me like a shepherd of fortuities. I care them, feed them and guide them to a suitable field. They shape a landscape where everyone is free to get lost for to better find himself.

2014