An ode to nature, body and color. My photographic work speaks of this dream in which I live, this bubble sylvester  that I constantly imagine, where nature is sovereign, where the abstract is the norm, where we talk to the trees and where we run with the wolves. This dream where, at nightfall, there is only one path,enlightened de yellow, like a warm absence of choice. All you have to do is move forward and let yourself be guided. One serene step after another. And Ô how much that reassures me, thisnocturnal odyssey without rebound.