The starling. At the beginning, I knew a little about it : it seems ordinary, sober. But its spots intrigue me: Then I begun to photograph it in my garden. Observed closely, it becomes a subject of fascination and contemplation and I've been trying to know all about this passerine obsessively for two years, by staging groups on black backgrounds. The colours of this bird changes according to its age and the season. The proximity of starlings becomes obvious : CLOSE to us in our environment : they are everywhere, in the city, in the countryside, and all the people don't care about them. CLOSE to each other, always as a group and communicating with each other. CLOSE to us by the strategies they develop in group, to survive. Their existence remains a mystery after all, suspended between struggle to survive (autumn, winter, spring) and delicacies of the moment (summer).