IN THE BEGINNING…

were stones : brown stones from white sand beaches, pearls buried in the hidden depths of drawers, jewels dropped on a pavement and lost in a faceless city... Semi-precious stones, scattered pebbles...
From the bazaars of the Near East the beads of a showy and pagan rosary strung on a golden thread, with just inspiration and intuition as a guiding light.

From common glass to sparkling treasures from exotic lands...
Immaculate urban lights shining from their ephemeral world of asphalt...
a kaleidoscope of colours filtered by light and by the naked eye, impressions and reality interacting in the eternal and abstract
incompletion of the heavens, in harmonious mat and polished hues...
coming to gild and adorn a velvet skin...

As the supreme messenger, inviting the spirit to journey through
a moonlit night steeped in the very essence of being.