Until the age of thirty, my life was rather peaceful, even easy. Life gave me everything, especially a wife and wonderful children. I'm an interior designer, a decorator, and my work is also a great source of joy.
In 1996, while living in Saint-Gilles-Croix-de-Vie in the Vendée region of France, I had profoundly moving mystical experiences. I was given a taste of this other spiritual reality, to know this infinite and indefinable "Love," this creative force of love that gives rise to all things and contains all things.
From then on, I was led down a different path in life, rich in discoveries and wonder, but also terribly destabilizing at the same time. I experienced suffering and torment of all kinds, and I could no longer work.
In 2019, circumstances led me first to Saint-Martin and then to Saint-Barthélemy. Once again, artistic creation imposed itself upon me as a kind of therapy. Something new for me, having always worked with new materials and supports, is the desire to collect pieces of wood left here and there by Hurricane Irma and the subsequent reconstruction.
All these existing materials and colors then become an unexpected raw material, like a kind of renewal rising from the ruins.
The result of this work of creation and recycling is images that all speak to me of transformation, healing, and elevation.
