Les fleurs renaissent au printemps comme les Pheonix

Les fleurs renaissent au printemps comme les Phoenix is a piece about the love of my life, my ex Psychiatrist. I have a schizophrenic affective disorder. My psychosis issue was that each time I was falling in love I could never say: I love you. I used to turn in psychosis when I was in love with somebody as a dystopy and a fracture of my mind. My psychiatrist turned that was the first person who I told her I love you. I realized earlier that she was the love of my life. Then, in the follow, I started to not make psychosis and finally could told her. My psychosis turn around intimacy and being close to someone. When you love someone you feel strong life and death. This was making me struggling and go in psychosis. 

The work is about the reborn and the adaptative I got when I finally solve my issue and did not make psychosis anymore. You can always reborn from your disease as flowers that make it each spring.