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This place is not simply an art studio or an artist’s atelier …. Constructed table after table by me and some friends of mine. It is the place where I find the origins of my being, a refuge … my place. Each table, each solution instituted towards the construction of this little vision of mine recounts a story, it recounts the story of a difficulty surpassed, it speaks about having to cope.

Here my whole world is born, my (themes, ideas, subjects..), once created remain suspended with a part of me in this place. On these old tables I talk about my life. Here, you can still find not only traces of the salty and fierce scent of my tears of those lost days , but also the ungovernable sparkle of my most joyful clumsy dreams. Here, for me, the light is magic, and she also recounts of my intent to live.