Nature in its urban/peri-urban setting. Pieces of nature that we meet without sticking to, which are part of our everyday life but which we often ignore in favour of dreams of a pure and distant nature. Dark and sensual images, tactile, odoriferous. . . The work flirts with the abstraction without making it a formal frame. Nature is dressed by photographic light, it is accessible and powerful at the same time. “My weeds”, as J-M Renaudin likes to say, are the force-made fragility – like the frail reed of the fable that never breaks, even in the face of the voracity of the city.