Discover the contemporary work of Marion Borelle

Life is a kind of pendulum going from light to darkness and in the middle of this mic mac there is my existential solitude. To fill the silence that it made ring in my ears I blackened pages and pages of Word files. But a bad history of cancer made me experiment with treatments that damaged my cognition and I lost my words. Refusing to stop expressing myself, I took pencils and brushes to free my voice. And always venturing a little further into artistic experiences, I came to write again but this time by handling light. This is how I got into photography.