The Cyanotype, an ancestral, azure photograph dating from 1842
The cyanotype for me is like a return to the roots in every sense of the word. A return to the time when the image was subject to randomness, probability, almost randomness. An image is revealed by the light, it is as if tamed, coaxed, desired and time and patience are its stimulus. An image is made and seen as a journey, a journey between the lines, in an atmosphere, in the interstices of movement. The cyanotype allows me to live the time of the construction of an image, a time necessarily slow, necessarily uncertain