Lichen Sculpture

I am a French plastic Artist, ceramist, who creates sculptures in porcelain clay. " Still inspired by nature, between vegetal and mineral; I’m moving closer to nature and I feel I need to understand what it’s made of, its rhythms, its vitality, but in the same time, its degeneration. I’m looking for movement, the breeze, rain imprints, the heat of the sun, the brightness of waves, sea spray, the hardness and suppleness of the earth, the stillness of water and its energy. I am looking for, searching for, the emotion of living things. "My latest pieces are the result of work and research on materials, textures, traces or scars which personalize us, and which shape us. A way to observe our universe, and our own nature ... " WHERE DO MY CREATIONS COME FROM? They start with a feeling, a vision of something, a detail, a thought, a word, a sound, even a breath of air. Everything is soft, furtive; thoughts abound, intensify, run, move around. They are in the back of my mind ready to surface whenever they are, always suddenly, always instantly. One idea, one image leads to another even more detailed and other thoughts, textures, scents or smells, a feast for the senses waken ; effervescence takes over, and I experience a states of wonder strong enough powerful, enough to wake me up, make me stop doing everything else in order to draw those imaginary moments, which are creative, stimulating, exciting and a little frightening by their power, their liveliness. It's the current of a wave that is coming from far, pulling everything with it, a flowing memory and then breaking on the shore violently or peacefully but always concentrated. Creation starts here. THE CLAY AND ME And this idea, this sensation materializes on paper: any paper, a notebook, the last pages of a book, a shopping list or a little Metro ticket; but the urgency is there. I don't want to forget it, I have to draw a few pencil strokes without erasing them. It is the very first rough draft, an imprint. It's the beginning, probably a new piece to be born. I keep it in me somewhere, always at the back of my mind. It has already left its imprint. Then the day comes, when, in front of my table, the idea has to sprout, grow, bloom, become. The impatience is still there, to such an extent that I always take a loaf of clay with me during my stays in Brittany in case the idea suddenly flows from my fingertips.