When I came back from this summer holidays, I realised there had been a flood on the most precious closet of my apartment: the one containing all my prints, diaries and negatives books from 2000 to 2008. Even though I had scanned some of them with a cheap machine, I had confidence in my careful archival storage. But life is always unpredictable, and I have actually lost a lot of pictures. First very disappointed, I started thinking water was a central theme in my work and I decided to try to bring something out from all those sticked pages. In a wet anxiety, I separated each page, each picture, each negative and decided to grab every scratch and drip, and to shoot them again. Special thanks to Dona, met in the train, who gave light during the mess.