Dans mon jardin les fleurs dansent is a series started a few years ago, in Bugeat, in Corrèze, where my mother decided to go and live. It is the simple story, but like many others, not always an easy one, of a woman, a mother, ties, breakups, bereavements and longings. Resignation and renewal, memories, tears and laughter. Pictures from over there and texts from here. A story. Yesterday, painful. Beautiful, today.

(book photo’s: Andrea Copetti)