Blue Whispers is a series born of a hike in Norway.
I carried my daughter on my back, her chin level with my shoulder, and slowly began to (re)see t h e world through her eyes. She was curious and delighted by everything. She would point out details that surprised or amazed her : water pearls in the groove of a leaf, a jellyfish rippling on the surface of the water, daylight filtering softly through a curtain, grasses moving gently in the wind...
She questioned me and, at the same time, taught me to look in a way I no longer did. She was communicating sensations I must have known as a child, taking me with her into zones of sensitivity where everything can seem magical. Her gaze, mingled with mine, gave meaning to what I had always sought to express .
And then the hike ended, life resumed its course, the reverie faded.
This world, however, never closed in. Every time I photographed, I tried to recapture the feeling my daughter had passed on t o me, and I had a vague feeling that I was only capturing the memory : my memory was already transforming the nature of the moments of delight I wanted to capture, for fear of forgetting them. I was looking for this feeling everywhere, waiting for the little music inside me.
And then, on a walk around Cadaqués, a false manipulation, a forgotten setting, made me photograph nature as if I were taking an indoor portrait under neon light.
The pictures turned out blue.
And this blue I recognized, the blue of the waters in which I had always bathed, of the seas in which I dreamed of losing myself, the blue of childhood, the blue of yesterday, the blue of wounds and melancholy, the blue of azure, the blue of my daughter, the blue of love, the blue of tomorrow.
A soft color, an enveloping vapor, a shiver of innocence. A whisper.