In my father family, I heard about the correspondence of my great-grandparents. Dozens of love letters written before they got married, from 1925 to 1927. I never asked to see these letters, maybe I imagined old, poorly preserved, illegible relics; it...
Sitting behind my sewing machine in front of the four large windows, I look at the mottled birches and the immense conifer completely enveloped by the last snow. We did not cut the two entwined maple trees near the house....
I am raised by my grandmother and her older sister, I’m their little angel. I grow up in an apartment, I often eat creamy tomato soup and I play cards with them. One day, I discover lemon: I cut myself...
The dance of the construction site... The plasterers we met last June returned for phase two of the project. I feel like I’m living in a ghost house, all the furniture and my rolls of fabric neatly covered in canvas...
I hear a car coming up the gravel hill. My fiancé and I go out to meet the architect, whom I spoke to briefly on the phone a few weeks earlier. A woodpecker is busy on the snag near his...
I attend the construction of my workshop. Every day I watch two men build the extension of my house. I am beginning to better understand the language of the architect, I quickly saw a volume appeared, then openings and soon...
