“Atteindre l’aube is a love letter to my great aunt Georgie. A whimsical woman, a beloved woman, an inspiration, Georgie whose presence and voice I miss so much since she is no longer here.
It is also a journey that has taken me (much further than I imagined at the beginning) on sometimes dangerous shores, and has led me to question the place of men, fathers and lovers in my life, and on love, quite simply.
To write this fictitious letter, I deployed the whole obscure arsenal of memory, cross-checked recordings, cut up my archives, questioned the living. Between her and me, but also between my great-great-grandmothers and her, between them all and me, bridges began to exist. Recurring motifs emerged, tacit filiations inherited from our family history. A picture then appeared, in the center of which sat the destructive star of passion.”