Born from my daydreams by the riverside, these magical—or magnetic—pebbles, upright stones, wandering seeds, mini dolmens or menhirs, mineral comfort objects, are sculptures meant to be touched, to be caressed.

These pebbles, beyond their reference to the emblematic tool of tadelakt used to shape them, carry a sense of mystery and may possess unexpected powers. I will say no more… some secrets are meant to be kept well hidden.

In these times of excessive digitization,
Returning to raw, natural materials,
Returning to the uniqueness of the work,
To its resistance to mechanical or digital reproduction,
Sowing our daily lives, our environments,
With objects that are beautiful to the eye, soft—or rough—to the touch,
Producing real sensations,
Speaking to what is sensitive within us,
Useful in their very uselessness.

Drawing inspiration from Nature, taking from it the raw material of my creations, infusing human intention into natural processes already at work: the cracking of clay deposits, erosion, sedimentation, the river’s patient polishing of rock fragments to gradually give birth to pebbles…

I develop my art through doing and craftsmanship—that is to say, I only present works whose technique I master from beginning to end.
I invent technique through a succession of experiments—sometimes successful, more often “failed,” yet even richer in lessons, opening new doors to imagination in action.
A dialectic between hand and mind: practice nourishing imagination, and imagination prompting new practical attempts… a dual process from which sadly conceptual artists deprive themselves.

The artificial boundaries between Art and Design.