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What does it matter if the work is beautiful in configuration, generous in space, free from clutter, sophisticated in details, pure in materials unless it reveals the soul ?

To feel serene, stable, at peace at a place, to remove disorder and vulgarity from sight, I need nature. The work of nature never ceases to amaze me and its excesses are a source of inspiration. The tree, man's best friend, is a fabulous material. It terrifies by its massivement but its longevity reassures.

I work with the "flesh" of wood in search of the very essence of the material that I value so highly. Thus this sentiment takes a special form and becomes an object close to the senses, that allows wood to remain wood, brings light closer to light, leaves the horizon open and gives space its dimension. Harmony between figures - no opposites, no clutter, no tension, no fragments. The finished object involves the whole body and the senses.
I love touch and texture. In a dehumanised world, I strive for the real and the human.

The ability to be in touch with reality enables me to react against a univers which has become too virtual for me. I am not tempted by technological feats, by the digital and microprocessing era, any more than I am by mass production. Each object must provoke not only an emotion, but also a feeling of fulfilment and true sensuality, which makes you immediately feel you want to touch it. No doubt I have suffered from not being caressed enough. Today, I create objects that cry out to be caressed.

Creating with your hands objects which reflect your unconscious self-image, exorcises an existential fear. This osmosis with naturel elements provides an exceptional, inexhaustible and regenerating source of inspiration. Indeed, tree and man ressemble each other.

The power of these emotional objects goes back to their own history, and is engraved in their very fibres, far beyond the function I give them. The materialistic culture of perverted forms fears simplicity.

However talented, passionate, committed and heroic one is, it does not matter what one says or makes; creating means suffering the distress of irredeemable failure but I want my work to make people dream. There is no further need to compel, the direction becomes clear. It must be a source of pleasure and sensuality, a place to which anybody can come and for a while be free from thinking about what he is going to do.