Bio

biography

Original location: Earth, solar system, milky way, somewhere in space
Class:Hobbit with a thing for exploration
Alignment: Subversive
Speed: Constant, with impressive productivity peaks
Special Defense: Don’t-care-about-it-ism
Special Attack: Disconcerting irony
Quote: “Live can be divided into two parts. The one where you waste time, and the one where you’re catching up on it.”

First, the “Miniature”.

As I fell into the paint-filled cauldron of obsessive miniature-philia, I’ve pretty much turned my favorite obsession into my job. So I dropped out of the physical science studies to mess around with my little guys all day long, neglectfully installed myself in my workshop, a paintbrush in my mouth and my pants all stained with paint. 20 years later, my parents have proven their consistency through their resignation

Then the travels.

A bit of wandering through the french countryside has convinced me that biking is cool, that I enjoy being in touch with nature, that riding uphill is terrible, that rain is a pain and that fresh air is good for my skin tone.
Ahhhhhh, the soft scent of adventure, the sound of the wind in the spokes, the whistling of flat tires…
My bicycle has already led me to discover the African continent for 22 months and India for 6 months… with camping supplies in my saddlebags, as well as supplies to…

Draw.

The sketchbook is an excellent way to take the pulse of a country.
It’s a real skeleton key to enter the heart of people.
Each drawing takes so long that you end up taking close care to what you’ll be telling:
Your emotions, your discoveries, your fears, your doubts.
And a lot of love, as you have to love what you draw.
Drawing is taking a bite out of life, it’s keeping your eyes wide open on the world around you
To feel, and try to understand…

Danse and music at last.

These are meetings at first. A body, hers, and then that of the others.
Bodies of the young, aged, old, or ageless, which combine and move as they never have or never will again elsewhere…
Music turns to flesh, rhythm becomes breath.
Skin brushes up against skin, sweat and smells mingle, hips and fingers grip each other and clutch one another, faces look at each other and brighten up, bodies come closer, move away, and draw in the air the pulse of a real humanity instead of a virtual one.

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