The images do not try to illustrate; they embody inner states, give shape to emotions. Color, light, and diffuse textures become the language of desire, love, fear, lack, gentleness, collapse… The texts—sometimes distilled to a single sentence, sometimes almost ritual—punctuate this inner movement and set up a constant tension: are we speaking to the other, or to ourselves? The beloved appears by turns as addressee and as mirror, revealing buried wounds.

All images ©Valentin Fougeray