Brébeuf, on the bank of the Rouge River

On a deserted beach, I find a little sculpture planted in the sand. It is made of three pieces of wood and a small rock. Without touching it, I photograph it endlessly. This pleasure becomes an obsession. The sculpture fascinates me. I go around it, observing it from countless angles, discovering its curves, textures and tonalities. Time passes by, and I am still not satisfied. Yet I have photographed every square millimetre! I fall asleep lying next to it.

Two years later, I re-discover this photo shoot. Instead of seeing the sculpture, strange creatures start emerging. The deserted beach on the bank of the Rouge River is a palace… with dancers, guards, courtesans, fantasy animals…