Image of a totally irrational love, completely inconsiderate, deliciously unthinking ... Having dragged his gaiters along each of these pavers. 40 years. Have laughed, cried, been moved and bored beyond everything. Could I give my skeleton matter the intensity of feelings that I have never tried to master?

 

 

Straightness and sinuosity, just like my personality. Montmartre, a little world neither ugly nor beautiful, touching like the errors of our soul.

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That day, in this little street, I put down my sketchbook, and wrote softly in gray pencil the name of all those whom I loved, whom I love and will love forever, on the cobblestones. ..

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Free in the meanders of these shadows of time that guide my steps always at the top of the hill ... But it may be the subject of another work.

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Pieces of raw steel, oxidized, sanded and assembled at a distance from each other to form a sculpture in volume, in high relief, hanging a few inches from the wall with a simple hook.