I met this woman one evening, in an appartment.
She was generously giving out the flesh of a huge chicken to a table of young starving men. They were devoting an absolute attention to her, full of tenderness. A that moment, she looked like she was the mother of them all.

Fascinated by the nature of this woman, similar to an apparition,
i started to take pictures of her. In France. Then in Romania, her home.
In these woods where reason is raving easily.
There, sometimes, a fabulous harmony was taking place between the body of that woman and nature.
I was then again the privileged spectator of this wonderful grace which was none other than the spirit of nature in person.