These walls that shelter me, that scream in silence and testify without words my most eloquent stories. They invite me to reveal, the image of a self, devoid of any subtle complacency to my masks.

They are my confidants, the walls of my house, hold the mirror and translate my shadow into discreet language, they are the embodied voice and the echo which tells the tale of who I am, and who I will become.

This photography sequence of 6, redraws the invisible threads that build the strongest ties, between my being and « Home », during the times of isolation and quarantine.

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