"A square of light on a wall on a winter morning. A silhouette in the distance, vanishing in the haze. A shoulder. Hands entwined. Lights, skins, shadows and grief. Keep the memory of instances when my heart beat a little faster, when my hands shook. Keep them, not as they were, not as I saw them, but keep them as I felt them then."

 

Yves-Marie Guivarch is a French photographer, creating beautifully stark, melancholic and ethereal work:

"These are moments. These are ghosts. I came recently to photography, quite late in the course of my life, and I think it is for a reason, because in the beginning it was never meant to be shown, but to be kept.

A square of light on a wall on a winter morning, a silhouette in the distance, vanishing in the haze. A shoulder. Hands entwined. Lights, skins, shadows and grief. Keep the memory of instances when my heart beat a little faster, when my hands shook. Keep them, not as they were, not as I saw them, but keep them as I felt them then.

I often pair them with writings, with pieces of music because it is how my memory works: each moment has its image, its words, and its music. I never considered myself as a photographer. I take few pictures, fail in most of them to catch what I wanted to catch, and never really consider anything going out of my camera as worthwhile. But sometimes, there happens to be something in the picture, I hear the echo of the music, read the half-erased words, see the shadow of the emotion I once felt. Sometimes the ghost of the moment is there. That's enough for me. That's what it's made for. Just keep these ghosts by my side. Just live with them."