In fact, the principle of the box is rather simple: you put inside forever everything that bothers you.

Rapes, murders, wars and indifference are enclosed in a space sealed shut.

But all you have to do is open one of its drawers, and the whole lot escapes again. So you don’t touch anything ever again.

Looking is like looking at the shop windows of the Galeries Lafayette department store in Paris on Christmas night..

Don’t ask me anything else. I am unable to say anything more. I just make images — Doisneau, Lartigue, Prévert and so many others have crafted an image that shapes you.

I was born on rue Ordener in the artists’ colony, within a world of painters, authors, sculptors and engravers. That leaves a mark. After that, you do lots of mundane things. You make closets. You repaint kitchens, clean toilets, and then one day, for some reason, you take a new look at images seen all over the world, words heard, looks exchanged, and there you go!

Coyotte, January 19, 2009