I built a house next to a highway
2019
When I returned to the frontier, I found no remnants of the former family house I once knew, the only traces left being those of its disappearance. A piece of the large rock neighbouring the building had been destroyed and the trees all gone. The newly built highway was crossing the landscape of my memories.
Elsewhere, in a castle whose rooms are being restored, the fresco of a blue sky appears, coming up, covering the past, creating the illusion of a happy future to come.
For me, these two spots represent the image of country undergoing a major transformation, and evoke an intimate, historical memory.
