my universe, several words coexist. If one is a city dweller curious
about everything, the other is bucolic scratching the land of Britany.
If one is in search of natural harmony, the other is captived by the
So I can go to all lines of horizons, all forms, all materials of our secular culture, our ephemeral civilization. I caracole, pushing my way through high fronds onto and open panorama which became legible. I bring back fragments of our universe. I observe every find sometimes I understand, I always remember.
So I try through a thousand tracks to keep in close touche with our reality.
I feed my being with the thousand boilings. I keep oscillating, stacking, knotting.
Of all this, I restore you what I saw, with desire, intention and memory.
Inheriting yesterday to testify now, support tomorrow.