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Sculpture: Rubber, Found Objects on Plastic, Other.
Recycling for me is neither an ecological nor a political option, it is rooted in me. It brings me a primitive relation to matter. Matter, more than the object, has a history of its own, to woo it in order to obtain the best is a sensation felt only by the manual workers.
Of fairly imposing and very sporty body (former weightlifter), in my artistic career, I quickly opted for a subject with which I would have to fight a fight. The tire is subjugating: imperishable, handy, resistant and "alive".
I like to learn how to handle, braid and assemble.
The tire, indispensable accessory to our means of locomotion (car, bike, ....) of agricultural production (tractor, lawnmower, ...), our leisure (quad, motorcycle,). Sports car, vintage car, armament, the tire is useful, creator of industrial employment (creation / destruction).
But what ugly little duck waste, hardly recyclable outside the industry, it is the unloved.
That is what motivates me, this matter that everybody wants to forget when it leaves our wheels I try to magnify it.
What joy, even enjoyment, when someone approaches one of my pieces, the touch discreetly or asks me "I can touch?
And his astonishment: "are they real tires?"
Self-taught, I create without plan to instinct. I settle in my workshop, I turn on the music and enter into communion with the subjects. I cut, I saw, I assemble, and everything is assembled, fits together, see the day the premises of a sculpture, an object, a piece of furniture ....