Long ago, I picked up a small piece of draft wood on the shores of Lake Geneva. 18 years later I felt the urge to bring it back to life.

Despite its small size (16cm) it exhaled a magnificent breath both fragile and powerful, recalling the Greek letter PSY symbolizing soul or psyche.






I attached it to the wall, started working with ink but something was missing: it had to be a large sculpture levitating above the waters that had stripped it on its journey down a mountain creek to the Rhone river. 

My aim through this work is to convey the overwhelming emotion I felt when I first saw this twig violently abandoned on the rough sand after a winter storm, its inner vitality, its message of hope as it reaches out to the sky…