I am in constant agitation, stuck in an in-between. I want to move on but can’t I can’t quite get past this stuttering. I sometimes experience this difference as a scourge, sometimes as a gift. If thanks to her, I was able to acquire a form of resilience and that she created in me an unsuspected strength, because of her, I had to build myself a shell. A shell which continues to strengthen over the years and becomes heavy to carry alone. This is why I photograph, that I use this art that André Breton called "a fixed explosive". It allows me to unload the weight of the words on my tongue and brings out feelings that I would be unable to express through a simple speech. I find myself torn between the desire to want to unstitch it and the need to accept myself completely. But this acceptance is never frozen in time : it agitates me and constitutes my magma.

Maëva on IG