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Only the water, the light and the heat... Laughter on the beach and the wind...

Then, i take my pencils and bruches and i try to capture this energy and the details that touched me.

I grew up at the beach, and already when i was really little, i tasted these moments where,

lying on my beach towel, sleepiness overcoming me, i open my eyes half-way to scenes saturated by light amidst.

it was always for me, and still is, a secondary magic, like a instamatic inside of me that fixes these intimate images of lively happinnes,

moments of grace and freedom, and then turns them out.


                                                       Emilie Arnoux

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