«One day strolling through a street market I found some old bobbins that reminded me of my childhood. Although the shapes of the bobbins and the thread wound around them were quite different from those I’d known, it took me back years to the village where I was born.

Our village produced silk and as children we loved going to the workshops to watch the silkworms as they grew bigger every day. We followed the women who picked the mulberry leaves they fed on in the hope of gleaning some of the delicious, juicy mulberries that turned our tongues blue.

Afterwards we listened to the incredible racket the worms made devouring their meal. The bigger they grew the more intimidating they became, until it was time for them to weave their cocoon and magically disappear.

Then it was the moment to boil them and collect the precious thread. As the farmers’ expert hands wound the last centimeter, our little hands grabbed the insect to devour it like candy. Sometimes after dinner my friends, my little brother and I would visit a woman who lived alone and spun the silk on her spinning wheel. They were unforgettable moments…a little frightening as it was dark outside, but at the same time terribly exciting as we waited impatiently for the moment she began to tell her amazing stories.

Her tales unwound to the rhythm of the silk winding onto the wheel. Her voice transported us to the far-off times of her stories, as if we were truly living them, starting and squealing with fright when she imitated the tiger or enemy leaping out from the dark. When it was time to leave, with the fear of her legends still fresh in our minds, the night noises and looming shadows scared us even more… Today the famous tale of Blue Thread, Red Thread is still told in Korea as the two threads woven together symbolize the perfect, eternal union of the couple.

This is how and why I began scouring street markets and flea markets in a frenzied search for new thread colors and new bobbin shapes to weave this new series of photos I have called “Transmission”.

It is the transmission of the intense emotion linked to a childhood guided by the bobbin’s thread, but also the transmission of an impalpable, yet very present culture.»