Small joys of color that echo from the palette and the lines I imagine and use in my paintings. I crochet, cut small shapes from wood that I then paint, assemble pearls, stones, pieces of fabric, acorns and small leaves with resin. These joys are arise when color and composition become a game, a smile. They are vain joys, like a skirt ruffled by the wind in spring, a walk through fall colors, brightly colored bacche against the coldest white or the innocent shades of a kite in the sun.
I am a collector – compulsively conservative, I collect during trips, walks, in the boulevards, in the woods, in a market. I save my treasures inside boxes that I collect in other boxes that I keep in a drawer, or in yet another basket. Then I reshuffle them, I find them again and compose and finally I invent how to put together things that have become a new object, a new desire, to me.
I am proud of the work I do with my hands. I am gratified that a woman could feel beautiful, precious, and light thanks to a jewel created by my hands. I am moved by the thought of a new branch, another pearl, something new to wear, like a bush that renews its roses.
My desire is to create small joys that a woman can welcome/pick to celebrate the color she has in her heart at that precise moment, signs that are symbols, a memory, or a simple smile.