this picture belongs to a series of 10 called "Dead Paintings". for centuries, paintings by the masters of colours have subjugated amateurs, ensnaring them voluptuously into their quicksand universe. I am one of those museum goers who remain hypnotised for hours on end by the swirls of light and colour; and that is precisely what I tried to emulate- however modest my photographic means. The material presence of fabric and its shadows, objects, still "life", scarves, all allow me to reproduce, as much as possible in a world ruled by the word of Light, the solid colours as well as the brushstrokes on the canvas. my aim was to transcribe in photography the aesthetic emotion I feel when looking at paintings: this art form's fundamental alchemy is changing vision into touch, rendering carnations with sublime hues, overwhelming the spectator in textures, seizing the entire conscience .