On a Tuesday morning in April I leave the island of Patiras to return to Bordeaux I cross the Médoc while the sun is rising The light hits the trains window cutting across the landscape All I can do is film So I stick my small camera against the window and I do not look away from what is happening outside It is one of the most beautiful journeys that I have ever been on The sun tears me away from reality Between shadow and light the image explodes It empties and fills itself