As second exhibition, the Valley was a logical choice. So many hours-days-months -years spent on her dirtroads. So many time spent in my car, music on - Cowboys Junkies most of the time - cruising at slow pace to make sure I would have time to draw an accurate mental map of my new home.
Four years later, the time came to share my interpretation of this gem. “Only” 45 pictures were put on walls and that was meant to reflect hours, days months and years of photographies. Well, it falls short from beeing a real travel book. At it’s best, this is a glimps of what is in my mind while I drive slowly and make myself available to my surounding.
One can argue that my work have nothing to do with the REAL Valley. Probably. this is my inner Valley, and it is not always sunny. Now if you excuse me, I’ll get on that couch to talk to my doctor :)
Enjoy your visit!