I still remember the satisfaction I had with my parents household item and  furniture. Without a goal  and under the  watchful eye of everyone, I turned the house upside down, rearranging things in my own way.  I probably wanted to test my family’s reaction when I created a scene in front of the camera with our  things, our own objects...anything that would create an image, a reflection. Because I wanted to do this, my family agreed and helped me, so we found ourselves as a family.  

 

The principle was simple: I went the family's apartment , and I brought items  into my room, put them under the window , Interesting items ... The Hasselblad on a tripod, only the window  for light ... a private lesson in sculpture, assembling and disassembling  different arrangements ... leaving always a  photographic trace only ...  There remains a portrait of my home, family and me  from this period...
 

I also remember the portraits of my family ... as if I wanted to give them fresh  look ... with eyes closed ... ??