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J’aime le papier pour son incroyable diversité.  Il s’est fait liens, parures, tableaux, objets. Il se pose, se compose, se décompose en un alliage infinie  de formes et de couleurs. Son éphémère se teinte d’éternité. Je crois le saisir et brusquement il m’échappe. Les mains, les doigts et les yeux s’entremêlent. L’art est là pour secouer nos habitudes et l’œuvre apparaît surprenante.

I love paper for its various possibilities. Fragile in appearance, it can be transformed ad infinitum and become a real bark. It can be dyed, folded, crumpled, moulded or modelled according to one’s liking. It becomes impregnated with the different cultures that it goes through and therefore with our history. As jewels, that were a sign of finery, paper has its own individuality to acquire a function. The variety of its functions fills our everyday life. It can become a napkin, wrapping paper, a book, a notebook, sheets, objects and why not jewels? Art exists to shake up our habits. Material becomes precious by the sense and the mean it has been given and the forms that it inspires.

I use the spinning (an ancestral Japanese technique), plaiting and collage techniques. For jewels, the paper used is resistant both to humidity and heat. Jewels are covered with a layer of natural glaze made of orange’s peel. For paintings, different papers, usually from Japan, are dyed with pigments. Colours are never inducted. Colour is in the mass or obtained by superposing different papers.