“This sacred place, where everything is in its place, in a big mess.
Everything waits for its turn to be assembled.
All those tired, abandonned, worn, burnt pieces of wood, all this rusted scrap, often used by men, by peasants, most of the time.
All those strengths of the Past, linked by the threads of spider webs, will wake up, will reveal themselves and will regain their primitive Light, in my Studio.
In my Studio, memory takes shape.
Thanks to the light of glass, its burts, its breakage, its rib, all those crushes found throughout my journeys get back to the delight of a peaceful and joyful Life.
In my Studio, in my cavern, in my world, I may open myself and discover this new world.
In this hubbub, I find freedom, silence and refined work.
The awareness of both strength and fragility, of germination, from black to light, from materials to the hand, from the origin to the present moment, to offer this present to our children.
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