«Pour moi c’est la beauté de la forme, de la ligne de la matière, et ça reste la. Donc je découvre qu’il n’y a pas de limite.»
For me it’s the beauty of the form, of the line, of matter, and it remains there. So I discover that there is no limit.
Essentially, people, with their customs and traditions, are my great allies. The form of flora and fauna sneaks into all my creations.
The trance of creation is a synthesis of patience and disorder to find the path that i seek in each of my creations.
Raw matter, absent and forgotten (raffia, burlap, sabra), are those who speak and submit to my hands to emerge as new matter.