The winter garden had always been his refuge, his space of freedom in a world of constraints where he lived. He loved to come here when he could no longer think calmly about solutions for his daily life. He would sit in the red armchair, close his eyes, and let the sun warm his face.

Since the great tidal wave, the greenhouse had been submerged by the waters, tearing everything in its path. Fortunately, the structure had withstood the onslaught, the water level had receded, and his faithful red armchair had been spared. One last time, he would come and sit here, under the large glass roof, amidst the vegetation reclaiming its territory.

Continuing his photographic approach, Francis experiments with artificial intelligence to evoke imaginary worlds in a near future profoundly affected by the advent of digitalization and the upheavals of climate change and geopolitics