SCULPTURE
In 2017, working in the third dimension became a necessity: I had to touch and feel the matter.
At the time it was the ultimate way to transcend the intensity of emotions sprung from nature. A fragile fragment of driftwood is first transposed into wax then bronze. At each stage it grows: 49cm, 162 cm to fully expand into space at 3 meters from the ground. A small leaf caught in a spiderweb is transposed in a large aluminum mobile....
Besides, sculpture led me to fruitful collaborations at the foundry in Torino. Meeting the artists Davide Rivalta and the couple Abaldo-Albertelli drove me to curate « my artistic encounters #1 » in October 2020, a successful breath of fresh air in times of Covid.
HOPE
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…
FOGLIA
It is a beautiful autumn day.
I am running towards the lake.
A mysteriously suspended leaf catches my attention.
Cought in a spiderweb it/she danses indefinately.
I am her. She is me.
I had to enhance her fragility : she first became a bronze leaf of 120cm and later an aluminum leaf.
Now she dances forever…
SNOW STONES
It is a white day.
After a short hike we ski down the Vallon de Rechy.
Slowly the sky opens : a creek emerges.
I follow its gentle curves and stop abruptly.
Between its frozen ridges emerges a shape of utter softness :
Two stones linked by a coat of snow ?
I am remain hypnotized by their fragile ephemeral sensuality.
I need to feel them under my palms.
They become marble from Lasa : its cristals are those of snow
