Each drawing is for a moment suspended, a fragmented memory, reinterpreted with delicacy and precision.

It is an intimate memory that becomes universal.

Under the warm light of a vendean summer, the sea breeze caresses my skin, my hair lets itself be carried, and my senses awaken. Facing the ocean, I get lost in the horizon — silent border, opening to elsewhere.

My works do not seek to tell, they suggest, they touch. They grasp these suspended moments where time is troubled: a look that escapes, a fabric that flies away, the discreet taste of a childhood memory.

Simple but meaningful details — The shadow of a flat egg, for example, in homage to my grandfather — become silent signs, both personal and shared.

Every trait, every matter, is thought to invite to emotional projection. What I draw is not just what I see, but how I feel. That's my story. And everyone, facing this drawing, is free to find his own story, his own precious moments.