A walk at the end of the day along the banks of the Ganges. The mountains, from which took the sources of this sacred river, gradually hid the sun.

In the middle of this calm and ageless landscape, a flower was growing between the stones. I picked it up, put it between the pages of my book and then framed it.

This is how the idea of ​​Fragment was born, a craft that places a Fragment of nature at the center of the object of memory, a living and silent witness to the place where it was born.