Their names are Jen, Shain, Shain, Marion, Pauline, Amber, Marlene, Caroline, Alysée, Margaux and Aurélie.
And they posed for me. But underwater, can we really pose? Not here. Not here. They passed together in front of my objective, in the frame, by creating paintings with curved lines and baroque chords. Just by swimming. Abstract stories, according to the water, creating softness and fluidity.
A ballet of bodies.
They are not role models. They are muses. They are everything in reality.
Without them in my frame, it would only be a lifeless, black background. They come to bring their femininity, their curves, their sensuality. They bring life. They bring everything.
Without them, these paintings do not exist.
They are these paintings.