The cherry tree holds a special place in the heart of the Japanese, who traditionally celebrate the blossoming of its flowers. After a week of festivities, the petals have fallen and lie scattered on the ground. Indifference re-settles afterwards, but I decided to go back there, alone, to photograph these strewn petals. These photographs are inherently sad, but also gave me hope.

Each frame : 63x53cm, 24,8×20,9inch
Archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Museum Etching 350g paper