Filon d’argile literally means ‘vein of clay’. The first time I saw one was in the ochre-coloured mud along a furrow on a Breton moor. It was an amazing sight for a small child.
It was so exciting to approach this unknown substance unaided, without any tools. I tried to heat it directly in the flames of a fire. I was unsuccessful, but said to myself that I’d try again in the future, and do it differently.
My passion for clay stayed with me, deep down inside. It patiently waited for a more favourable time in my life to reawaken. I decided to dedicate myself entirely to it after
18 years in IT
The Filon d’Argile Studio opened in 2007.
My source of inspiration has always been the same mysterious place: a moor, with a mill.
A dry, desert-like landscape, where austerity and serenity prevail.
The large round shapes of granite rocks which seem to occupy this area.
A feeling of infinity. A stormy horizon and sky.
Silence and isolation. A feeling of solitude combined with the force of the elements encourages you to contemplate life, to look inwards.
There’s an isolated mill at the bottom of the hill.
There’s a cloudy atmosphere, where flour covers and occupies everything.
There are footprints on the powdery ground. There are hidden faces and bodies under a veil of whiteness. It’s like they are the place’s occupants.
White velvet stretches outside to the surrounding vegetation. Everything becomes indistinct, like a rough sketch.
The softness and freshness of the material. Highly-polished wooden surfaces that have been rubbed down by the flour.
The clarity of the water and the flow of the stream.
Galerie Talents Etoile des ateliers d’Art de France, Paris
Salon Résonance, Strasbourg
Skulpturen Forum , Hanovre
Le Chemin d’Art Sacré, Eglise romane, Rosheim
Pièces d’exception, Eglise des Dominicains, Colmar