My journey began in interior design. A profession rooted in listening and transmission, for which I worked alongside artisans to create spaces reflecting the clients’ personality.
This experience sharpened my eye, my attention to materials, volumes, and light. Even today, it quietly nourishes my artistic approach.
Then the need for another language arose. A language with no function, no commission, no expectation. A language that would no longer translate, but would simply let itself emerge.
Painting has been part of my life for a long time. A discreet refuge, a parallel language, which I kept to myself for many years.
Ceramics came later. With the need to touch the earth, to feel the material in my hands. It allowed me to go further in expression: to tell without words, to inhabit my paintings differently. My sculptures are never trivial. They observe, they immerse themselves in my paintings, they extend their presence. Silently, they watch, they question, they take root. They are part of one single same story: a shared memory of life, a humble attempt to rediscover what binds us together.
I do not seek to explain. I trace, I layer, I let things come.
In both my paintings and sculptures, I explore imprint, memory, and subtle presence. My creations may echo the original gestures those that scratched the walls, left a trace, depicted life without fixing it in place. It is not a conscious reference. It is rather a sensation: the desire to return to the essential, to the right gesture, to what can silently withstand the passing of time. I am seeking an emotion without brilliance — something calm, silent, yet persistent.
I do not claim to convey a message.
I simply try to reveal a presence — delicate, quiet, open.
A space into which everyone can enter, and may find a reflection of their own inner journey.