Leaving. This word causes people to dream.

Who would not want to leave for a few days or weeks to experience different cultures? Who would not want to disconnect from everyday life in order to discover new horizons? Who would not want to leave home on a foggy morning to meet someone on the other side of the earth?

Leaving requires courage, sincerity, and ambition. Few people can leave their current state to fulfill their dreams and chase their destiny. Saying it is so easy but doing it is the real challenge. Fear is the main obstacle. What will we find when we leave? How will we get there when we decide to go? This is a common but ironic attitude because « to forget » our daily routine is precisely why we intended to leave in the first place.

Leaving is to agree to abandon everything for at least one period of time. Leaving allows one to see that the grass is not greener on the other side. Leaving makes us realize that we have everything we need, perhaps we just did not pay attention at first. Leaving is to seek and find our own destiny. Leaving is to construct the foundations of our life. Leaving is having no regrets upon the arrival at the destination. Leaving is choosing to pause and recognize the goals we have achieved. Leaving allows us to take paths that we thought it impossible. Leaving is to climb mountains to better see the horizon in front of us. Leaving is to say that we are the only judge of our life. Leaving is to say to our self that we do not have to undergo the escapades of the others, of those who think they know what is good for us.

In my case, I chose to leave. The winding path was challenging and chaotic. I had not planned anything, and time seemed to pass slowly. Since then, I have achieved some of my goals. Now everything seems infinite. My dreams are even bigger.

This collection of black and white artistic photographs shows roads that symbolize the action of leaving, making a real choice in a lifetime. These photographs represent the emotions that I felt in tough times during which I doubted. The clouds represent those periods of unrest where fear has taken over my courage. These fine art photos show that paths can be winding or straight.

When I leave, I must never go so far as to forget where I came from. My roots are essential. They are the ones who shape my consciousness and allow me to relate to reality. They are at the core of my being. Sometimes my roots try to force me on the ground by preventing us from going further in my quest. But roots are only the bedrock of my life. The antlers and foliage that I build over time is the most important for me.

To choose to leave is to choose freedom.