There is something definitely funny in the paradox to feel “influenced” by Rough Art.

Free expression of my own "brutitude"

After years spent in another life “to let me be polished”, I taste a certain pleasure in freedom to allow my “brutitude” to express itself freely.

This neologism, a little barbarian, however remains nearest to what I fell when I am authorized to use clay charged with crushed terra cotta, to translate the silky skin of the breasts of a pregnant woman.

It might be possible that this freedom itself is supported by my home of life and work, so near to the “Facteur Cheval” and his “Rough Art”...

Artistic intention

I am able today to express some of the emotions on which my current work is founded:

- the fascination in front of “the woman”,

- the uncertainty and questioning about “the beauty”,

- the amazement when I consider fecundity,

- the desire and urgency for the redevelopment of my own sensitivity,

- the joy of letting myself been influenced by authentic affectivities,

- the pleasure of expressing my “brutitude” freely,

- the desire to remain close to Nature,

- the love of nudity.