Morocco, Sentimental Atlas began in 2019, before I knew what it would become. It grew through repeated journeys, returning to the same places or encountering new ones, and through that strange sense of familiarity that emerges when a landscape, little by little, no longer seems entirely foreign to us.
I have never thought of these photographs as a way of describing Morocco. I was more interested in collecting what remained after the journey: a wall, a figure, a street, a cloud, a colour. Simple things that, once photographed, seemed to lose part of their meaning and acquire another.
Colour naturally became the thread connecting these images. In Morocco, colour has never seemed to me to belong only to the surface of things, but rather to the way they exist in the world. The colour of a wall can reappear, hundreds of kilometres away, in a piece of clothing or an object; a gesture can recall another seen years before. Photography became a way of recognising these coincidences, of bringing together places and moments that, in reality, were far apart.
Over the years, the way I looked also changed. Photographing Morocco became inseparable from getting to know the culture and the world that shaped the woman I love. What I initially saw as an unfamiliar place gradually became familiar, without becoming any easier to understand.
Perhaps it is precisely this uncertain distance, between what we know and what continues to elude us, that interests me in photography.
This atlas begins here. It is not a map of Morocco, but an incomplete map of what I have seen, remembered and loved along the way.
