Conjugate the image of the present of the objective with the imperfect of the subjective Its field of investigation extends to infinity. Behind his white glasses with smoked lenses matching his shoulder-length hair, Jean Pierre Fleury is interested in everything he doesn't know. Curious, he is fascinated by what he does not see and which appears by dint of being observed. " I like to watch. I make a big difference between seeing and looking. See, it's passive. Looking allows you to go beyond the form.” However, Jean Pierre Fleury does not just look at the world, he probes it, removing the layers that cover it. Like Alice, Lewis Caroll's character, the artist goes through the looking glass. He does not photograph what he sees but what he feels, what appears to him, what he discovers behind appearances. Besides, is he a photographer? He looks more like a painter. His camera serves as his paintbrush. His images are like abstract paintings, doors to the imagination. It all started with a big spring cleaning in his house in Cap Ferret. “By passing my grating through the Karcher, I saw a whole universe appear on the boards. Shapes, faces, silhouettes were emerging. There, beneath my feet, teemed a parallel world. The reality was much larger than my senses perceived. I made a series of photos that I called The Spirit of the Woods.” As a nod to history, “The Spirit of the Woods” was exhibited in the castle of Montesquieu, the author of “The Spirit of the Laws”. The career of the photographer and the communications man has changed. He became an artist. Creator of images, Jean-Pierre Fleury also likes to play with words. He is jubilant when he says “combining the image with the present of the objective and the imperfect of the subjective”. Each of his photos is titled. “La Goulue”, “Moles of beauty”, “Infernal explosions”, “Owl-light”, “Entrance to hell”…the words summarize the vision contained in his or her “photopainting”. When the image is purchased it may change its name. “She doesn’t belong to me anymore. Where I see Ulysses