C lace Sculpture

The words of the sculptor are sometimes entangled by sawdust and by shavings, raw of their state they look for themselves in the magma of the impressions. I investigated for a long time the feminine at first with a little of fear and then now more comfortable. I am now wondering about male, not easy, less known, less flexible and it is some stammerings there in the new direction which manages in this tempestuous era where places, roles, stories are pushed aside, mixed, pestered, annoyed.. A funny period where man is looking for his place both in front of the technology but also faced to women in the chaotic wawes of this era which takes off always faster.